I poured a substance called “crimson quicksilver” into my bloodstream. The quicksilver enraged me and ripped me apart, and also enabled me to see things other people couldn’t, like the fact that many of the “people” around me were actually skinwalkers dressed in the bodies of my long-dead comrades.

This dream illustration in ballpoint pen, and over 120 like it, can be found in print form in my Book of Dreams (and Nightmares): Volume 1, available from Amazon (https://www.amazon.com/dp/1548199664).