Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for March 22, 2024

I’d rather be in and out of opium dreams, I’m told they are the bomb.

Embrace the journey.

Fine drawing and comment so well matched up.

Consuming appropriate dosages of B vitamins will improve dreaming. Check your store for properly formulated supplements!

I think I met her hitchhiking from Marrakesh to Casablanca.

(or was that a fever dream)

When I was a child, I was quite often sick with colds and fever. Each time there was a distinct metallic taste in my mouth. I also had the physical sensation of being stone lying on rubber, or rubber lying on stone. My body parts were as if fragmented, enlarging or shrinking in turns.

I later found some reference to this in Jonathan Miller’s book, “The Body in Question,” pp. 18-20. Several illustrations portray feverish self-images: “In fevers and on the edge of sleep the body image can become exorbitantly distorted (© Andre Kertesz)”

Fever dreams were no joke. I had the same one twice when I was a child; the room distorted and stretched like Silly Putty. My fever was 102 degrees at the time.

Great art! ❤️

In and out of delusional fantasies makes me sleep deeper and longer! Zzzzzzzzz

looks like cher dreaming about when she dated gene simmons of kiss

REM…rev mmm up shoot the Sheriff no Deputy.

What an outstanding painting. I really like it.

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oh wow! no fun!

Love this artwork!

Oh my. Time for Super Glue.

Most of us don’t have such beautiful fever dreams. That’s why we’re on the outside of the ornate cartoonists’ pavilion looking in.

Like a song. Beautiful.

A wonderful work of art — where color, form, meaning all intersect and create greater elements and impacts for the whole.

Wow.

Thank you! : )

Ahhh yes … fevered REM-ing is not for the feint of heart ….

Cool “Juke” A Choo, baby …!

I agree with all the comments on how visually stunning today’s panel is (and many of the ones from last couple weeks).

Fever Dreams aroused by ingesting little tabs of illusions and delusions

Intensifying and kelidoscoping colors behind my eyes

Magnifying the sound of the ocean waves and distorting curious voices

Speaking vibrant poems that only I could hear and understand

With the clarity that comes from chemical confusion.

Awake, Morpheus!

Your dream is just the dust of distant memories.

Very, very Picasso-y!!

Sometimes life is nothing but a fever dream!

Old age has brought me a nightly series of naps linked by a single dream with intermissions.

Bravo!

Falling apart, coming together, coming apart, falling together again. Never not broken, eternally dancing.

Nothing lame about that artwork.

Wont need “Opi” for this one.

Russell, in an exciting new role.

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