I keep seeing these things in my head...
No, that's not true, because I have been seeing these things for ages past.

No, before you go all hoodoo-voodoo on me and back out, I'll tell you that it's nothing spiritual or anything. I'm not one to believe in any of that.

It's more like just pictures I'd love to draw... someday.
Perhaps it's a bit obvious to some, but I feel like there's something so specific about these images. Trying to identify them is like trying to push your finger into a stream of water- you can do it fine, but you slip past the surface, and it just keeps flowing. I can't pinpoint it. I can't even really conjure up the image in it's entirity. This is one of the things that makes drawing it so hard.

It's two pictures, really...
In one, everything is white, like blinding white, but it doesn't hurt my eyes so much as make seeing past what's in front of me impossible. There's a figure in front of me. Sometimes they're defined and have every feminine trait I'd expect to see in a roman sculpture of Aphrodite. But other times this person, who I get the sense of being a girl, is round, with a round head- like a tiny wooden doll painted white. It's windy there, like a snowy mountain in a gale, but it isn't cold... It just sort of...is.

The second picture I see is perhaps even more strange. Whereas the first although white seems to have an essence of color, the second is just black and white. That's it. And, whereas the first is relatively still, the second shifts constantly, like looking through a black and white TV with bad reception. This one, too, has a figure. But this one seems more like a man. It's strange, though, because he almost isn't there. He seems dirty, with sharp features that are dulled by the shifting lines and static of the image. He is crouched in a dark ally, where he's huddled against a wall. I suppose his stance could be compared to that of Golumn from the Lord of the Rings, but he's far more pitiful.

It's strange. When I see them in my head, they swith back and forth so fast it's hard to tell what I'm seeing, and maybe I'm totally wrong about this, but I can't get it out of my mind. Stranger still, is that although the first image seems calm and I suppose almost "heavenly," I feel more uncomfortable there. It's with the mysterious man who seems possibly dangerous, but mostly lonely that I'm that much more comfortable. Sort of like I belong. Maybe my mind is seriously screwed up and I need some stronger meds, but I can't help but wonder at it.

I once told this image[or images] to a friend, who said she had seen the same thing in a reoccuring dream. It was amazing actually, that our dreams had been so similar, save for hers ends with a scream at the end and blood dripping from a spoon. I'm not too sure about the ending to that one, and I think maybe she elaborated. After all, we were trying to come up with horrific poems at the time.

All the same, the fact that she could describe things I swear were in my own dream seems rather creepy. I wonder if there are other people who have similar dreams. Or maybe it's a common symbol in mental patients of severe paranoia or something. Either way, I'd love some input.

Cheers, all!