That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for October 15, 2020

James leans back and thinks to himself, “That was some good acid”

When your hallucinations decide to make a break for it.

Trainspotting 1836.

It’s too bad that only little girls believe in fairies, otherwise I could tell Clara that she’s looking for them in all the wrong places.

♫”Flying so high, trying to remember

How many cigarettes did I bring along?

Closing my dream inside its paper-bag

Thought I saw angels but I could have been wrong.”♫ (Jethro Tull, “To Cry You a Song”)

https://youtu.be/S5vto70Q23E

Jacob Grimm originally pictured Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs in a much different setting.

♪♫"What a day for a daydream

What a day for a daydreamin’ boy

And I’m lost in a daydream

Dreamin’ ’bout my bundle of joy"♪♫

—John Sebastian, The Lovin’ Spoonful, “Daydream”

“..‘Stone walls do not a prison make, nor irons bars a cage’? Verily, what crap that Lovelace writeth!”

Although he’s confined to a cell/ he pretends things are going well/ but, try as he might/ by the end of the night/ he cannot escape the smell.

Waking up from a severe absinthe hangover.

“I thinks I used the wrong kind of mushrooms in that cream of mushroom soup.”

“There. These bars should keep more of those danged ground-walkers from sneaking in. Now we just have to call the exterminator get rid of the ones that’re already here, like that one over there sleeping on our spare firewood. I tell you, they’re worse than cockroaches.

Dreaming about someone letting their guard down.

While lying there, he thought he heard someone say, “Beam me up Scotty”

It just seemed like prison; when his daughter asked him to watch the kids.

After countless nefarious acts/ he’s found a good place to relax/ now, if someone redacts/ some "alternative facts/ he may just escape the axe.

“Would it kill you, Gulliver, to get off your big, fat, lazy butt and give us a hand breakin’ out of here?”

When taking a break from writing Mein Kampf, Hitler liked to imagine the revenge he would take on the fairies who liked to show him how easily they could escape prison.

I wonder what Freud would have said about this guy.

The Prisoner’s Dream: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Moritz_von_Schwind_Der_Traum_des_Gefangenen.jpg 

(best viewed by Google Chrome, with Google Translate added to chrome://extensions, which can automatically translate most pages as necessary) has info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting.

http://www.artcyclopedia.com/artists/schwind_moritz_von.html 

https://www.askart.com/artist_bio/Moritz_von_Schwind/11144559/Moritz_von_Schwind.aspx 

https://www.wga.hu/bio_m/s/schwind/biograph.html 

https://modjourn.org/biography/schwind-moritz-von-1804-1871/ 

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/20347842/moritz-von-schwind 

https://prabook.com/web/moritz.von_schwind/3730326 

http://www.all-art.org/neoclasscism/romantic_era2.html 

https://www.biographien.ac.at/oebl/oebl_S/Schwind_Moritz_1804_1871.xml 

all have info, or links that point to more info, about this artist (again, Chrome can translate as necessary, and askart.com can be read in full for free on Fridays), perhaps in addition to what’s pointed to by the title URL. So far, 2 works by him have been used here. 

https://www.gocomics.com/that-is-priceless/2020/04/03?comments=visible 

has the prior (my comment there had the same artist info URLs).

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2557 (October 14, 2020) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

Unfortunately, although the fairies were very agile, they couldn’t get out either. Turned out to be pretty crowded in that cell.

Even the icons tried to get away from Jacob’s snoring and flatulance.

It appears solitary confinement isn’t as solitary as it once was.

Johann was nonplussed. Then again, it was more entertaining than the pink elephants.

jockamo, being held for 6 yrs. i jail thinks how lucky he doesn’t have to be with his kids and wife ,the witch ,they were always keeping him awake.

A triptych of drug usage. Yesterday was the “after”, today was the “during”, what will tomorrow be?

Looks like that ton of rye bread in the prison kitchen has gone a bit moldy.

I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie. That I was the star of that movie…