Oh I love surreal writing!! Glad to see it, or read it rather lol. It’s funny, my current webcomic doesn’t have any actual dreams in it yet but it’s all based on the super bizarre surrealism of dreams. It’s definitely a lot less serious right now but in my normal writing I also like creating dream like imagery :0 Here’s some thumbnails from a different story of a dream sequence, but it’s got some horror elements.
I don't have sleeping dreams in the story but I do have waking dreams/visions in both versions. Basically any time Rip activates his Spark there is a moment between time where a vast sea of power opens in his mind. Is it a vision, or is his mind travelling to another plane of existence? That's up to the reader.
In the old story...there was something living in that sea.
It was pretty fun because I got to go ham with trippy visuals
Almost all of chapter 8 in my comic is a dream that the MC is having while asleep. I used this as an excuse for him to imagine her in this outfit lol
This is from an episode of my series, The Lion & The Owl (please mind the tags)
(present tense narrative - historical gay fiction)
Scipio, lounging on a treatment bench, dozes as the man dabs him with ointment.
Cold, dark water.
Mountains and mist, air thick with pine and rotting apples.
He hugs the driftwood as if lying atop Luna and rides the current with his head up and eyes open. The aqueduct, whose fiercer flows rival the most tempestuous river, carries him under a sky of wicker. Light filters through and casts tiny dots over his small body.
Mother’s voice tells him how the local women weave each screen to cap the elevated canals. Air must be allowed, and bats and birds kept out. There are missing screens on his journey, and father appears on the walk-over, his arms folded.
He floats to him, under him, and then onward…
Scipio wakes with a start. A new moon brings the most distant stars to light.
Well a big part of my stor's lore is a place I refer to as "the dreamscape" in my scripts. One such sequence appears in the tail end of Chapter 2 when Kyara picks up a strange pinkish-purple crystal deep underground. It then transports her trhough a few memory flashes from her time at the factory.
You can read that series of events in this particular episod:
More such scenes will feature in later chapters, I'll even tease you one that will happen in early Chapter 3 
4 Int – Cave – Night/Rain
Zack, Blip and Kyara are sleeping on the cave floor. Kyara tosses and turns, while groaning. The gem piece’s faint glow becomes brighter and brighter until it illuminates a large part of the cave. Close up of Kyara’s face, contorting in pain before opening up her eyes wide open.
5 ??? – Dreamscape – ???
Kyara is laying in a bed, the air seems distorted. Broken glass/panel pieces float through the room. Kyara sits up and looks around. “This is… my room.” She says.
“Kyara!” A voice calls from behind the bedroom door. Kyara looks up at the door.
“Mom?” she says before jumping out of the bed. The moment her feet touch the ground, the adolescent Kyara is transformed into her child self. She runs through the door to see her mother, Cathrine, standing beside the broken hovercycle holding a wrench. The distortion from earlier is gone, the scene has bright warm colors.
“Come on this thing won’t fix itself.” Cathrine says.
Funny you mention this...
When finding the artist for my comic, I sent each person I was interviewing a short script involving a dream a character might have
Here's the original novel version of how the dream went, which I then modified into a script for the artist:
Poppy stood in a large, open field. Its bright green blades of grass whistled in the wind, sending a rush of dopamine throughout her brain.
What a beautiful view.
She would love to lose herself in this field of dreams, to play in its grassy embrace forever…
But there was something off in the distance that caught her eye, standing beside a lone tree. As a matter of fact, it was the only tree of its kind; the rest of the field was just grass that stretched on forever.
She wanted to get closer.
Setting foot through the clusters of luscious grass, Poppy felt each individual blade brush against her legs. They each seemed to hug her, some just waving, even. A family reunion. It felt so comforting, a warm reminder that she wasn’t alone.
But then the atmosphere changed. Suddenly, it wasn’t so welcoming. It was no longer an embrace. It felt like a warning.
A cry for help.
Droplets of water drenched her legs as the grass continued to usher her through the field. It was uncomfortable. Perhaps they were tears. Tears of joy?
Tears of sorrow?
Then she looked back at the distant tree.
A strange figure looked back at her. Every detail was impossible to make out, their body shifting and warping constantly by the second. But one thing remained consistent: a wolf skull.
Jaw agape.
It opened up and uttered two words, that of which boomed and vibrated the very air around her:
“LAZARUS.”
This is what the artist I ended up choosing drew based on the script I gave them:
(You'll have to right click and "open image in new tab" to read it)
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I absolutely love writing dream sequences. Dreams are something that is always featured in my work. Here’s a fave scene from an unreleased chapter…
Her voice was there, a quiet melody in the light of the sun. A flash of a thought of a time long forgotten. He felt her hand in his, pulling him forward.
_'Silas! Come on!' There was laughter in an echo, floating away on the wind. _
Fingers entwined, he saw her smile. Red hair lifting on the breeze as she turned. Green eyes of an emerald forest known only to him. He tried to keep up with her pace, pushing his legs against a world of weight pulling them down.
_Suddenly her hand slipped from his and in desperation he tried to snatch it back but she became a ghost in his sight. The sky darkened to black and in that darkness, Silas watched helpless as Sky was sucked away from him. She screamed his name and the remnant of her voice lingered. _
'No,' Silas breathed.'No, no, no, no, Sky!'
_He grasped the black, pushing his hands through it as though he himself were swimming. _
_The black was blinding and even without a sense of direction, Silas shuffled forward in the way he thought she had gone. _
_'Sky!' He heaved her name, beginning to slow. His body a lead weight against his will. He stumbled, hitting his knees against hard ground in a world that was an obscure black. _
_He stopped where he was. Clenching his fists, Silas howled into the dark but its sound soon died away and even Silas soon ceased his struggles. Hanging his head, he panted for air. His eyes shut against the black, his body rising and falling against the deep breaths he pulled into himself. _
Slowly, alone in the darkness, he began to remember. Everything.
Another deep breath. His body shuddering, his marked hand gripped his chest. If he wanted to save the light of his life, he would have to descend deeper into the dark. He would let it in, all to become something more. He would not resist any longer.
'Make me yours and I will follow.' He breathed.
**My Silas,**
_His head stirred. The black speaking his name, the shadows surrounding him swirled. _
listen.
_Silas' eyes remained closed and he listened. His mind calmed, and his body stilled. _
Hear it.
_Silas nodded, the shadows whispering nothings in his ear in passing. _
_Feel it. _
The black flowed through his fingers.
_Taste it. _
_Into his mouth and nose, the darkness seeped. _
_Touch it. _
Flowing across his skin like cold water, Silas shivered.
Obey it. The darkness calls to you. It is time to answer it.
_It caressed his every limb. The shadows enticed Silas into the embrace it offered and he accepted its touch. _
_ If you can pay the toll for your soul's passage, then without chains or the plague of corruption for your sins, you may have your desired place among the Fallen. There is no going back. You will either pass through the flames of what you may become, or die. _
Opening his eyes, the black pools of Silas' eyes began to change. They smouldered with a fire that revealed every mystery that had been hiding in the dark.
My Hellhound. Cerberus.
23 days later
By the way - daydreams count too. There are no actual dreams in "Hushabye Prince" but there will be daydreams.
On the other hand, there are going to be a lot more actual dreams in book two of "Damsel in the Red Dress" so that'll be fun. One particularly nice metaphor of a tree with flaming flowers.
But here's another dream:
Once during the early days of the mental breakdown, I dreamt that the masterpieces on my walls were starting to cry. Collecting large drops of condensation or morning dew, rivers of red and blue made their way hastily down the painted faces, blurring their visages into muddy amalgams of ugly passion, and unsightly collapse. They contorted into the most unnatural expressions of grief, like “The Scream,” but more hollow. “The Heartbreak,” “The Drama Queen.” “The Empty.” “Abyss.”
I watched as each face gradually made its way through the noxious metamorphosis, from the pretty strangers in their brilliant pastels to me, in that stupid red dress, weeping.
I hurried down the stairs then - or it felt like hurrying. Being poured down the brief incline in a torrent of anxiety, like a brittle mortal lifeboat, barely avoiding being capsized on its way down a waterfall. I found the paintings suspended as I left them when my perfectionist's brain let me deem them complete, wearing the right faces, but growing moist from the humidity - the canvas damp and pliable, the paper impossibly fragile. I crouched in the darkness by the easel and cried with them.
That’s when I woke up, staring at the wall, at the “Orange Tinted Maiden,” in all her excruciating glory.
I have two specific dream sequences that I really found fun to right! Getting to play with scenery and ignoring certain 'laws of reality' can be so beautiful (or terrifying LOL)
Chapter 1 - Conri, after lying to his therapist, finds himself stranded in snow. A metaphor to his upcoming predicament
Chapter 11 - A nightmare of past trauma and memories that sends Conri off over the deep end (Mentions of SA)
Yeah, dream can definitely be really pretty or spooky. Mine aren't usually that scary in the story, but they do have some unnerving imagery
17 days later
I have another dream sequence coming up in next week's chapter of "Damsel in the Red Dress" but it's much different from the previous dreams, mostly being her memories as she thinks she's awake while also knowing she couldn't be. Though there is also mention of some childhood nightmares in the chapter as well, which continues my using the trippiness of a dream to represent the characters overpowering emotions and fears. I think I've done this in several stories actually (two others at least.) and the dreams are almost always used as analogies for something. Very few times the dreams are just nightmares or whatnot, and those are usually on the nose representations of desires or fears. I'd love to write a book of "Damsel in the Red Dress" from Kattar's pov, tho I probably never will, but it's curious to me to think of the very different sort of nightmares he would have vs. Alicia's nightmares.
23 days later
Oh, my next dream sequence is out. I realize now that as of yet, the only dreams I've really written in "Damsel in the Red Dress" are nightmares. I should probably change that sometime soon lol:
I remember the nightmares.
If I admit…I’m afraid-
Of her.
They started first, a few months before the divorce. I would see shadows in the room that looked like goblins. Crouched and crooked bodies under the beds and in every corner that couldn’t be touched by the streetlight outside the window. I would hug Andrew tight as I watched helplessly - my baby brother becoming one with the darkness - being yanked through the curtains and the glass to evaporate in the moonlight amongst shrieks and pleas - and wake to hear him sobbing-
“‘-Licia. Alicia.”
He’d had a nightmare.
And I'd tell him it was just a dream.