It's happening. My pages are slowly losing words and gaining images, ink blobs, and confusion. My dreams are pouring out through the pen, but in unexpected combinations and confluence. Today's fantasies are brought to you from one current and one older doodle journal. Both address dreams and the penetrable boundaries between fantasy and reality. Both show the exhilaration and anxiety (often combined) that swirls in my brain, my inner life a flash/cut of half-formed forms and ideas seeking completion. Enter at your own risk.