Robin Galante, Artist

All of us deal with performance anxiety at one time or another. Maybe you have to make a presentation at work, and your palms are sweaty just thinking about it. Or, you've got a test the next day and despite all the time you've spent studying, you're worried about whether you'll pass. You're up late, unable to sleep, worrying about how well you will perform, whether it be during a date, a job interview, or a meeting with family. And many of us, at one time or another, have anxiety dreams that reflect our…Read more

I'm afraid of heights. I'm afraid of mayonnaise. And, yes, I'm afraid of spiders. 

The lamest thing about my arachnophobia is that I'm really, really scared of the sorts of spiders that won't hurt me. Namely, daddy-long-legs. The longer the leg in relation to the body, the more afraid I am. It's not logical, but there it is. 

As I mentioned in my last post, I have many dreams about spiders. This one from the other night was cute: 


...Until he wanted to dangle. When spiders dangle, that's the WORST: 


I don't…Read more

Every once in a while, I actually dream that I am dreaming. In my dream, I will wake up and remember the dream I just "had". Now that I've started illustrating my dreams, I sometimes actually start the process of remembering, writing down, and drawing the dreams - within the dream! 


For instance, this character is looking at a dream drawing that I made - of the dream that I was having at that moment. Talk about trippy - and confusing: 



A quick aside: last night, in my dream, I dreamed about a spider. A…Read more

About 9 years ago, when I first moved to San Francisco, I started having a recurring dream. I am in a house. The house is in the middle of a field, and it's an industrial area. People are coming in and out of the house, and the general feeling is one of being "stuck". Like the house is a place I left a long time ago, but, here I am again, and I don't want to be back. 

Over the years I have been in this house, in my dreams, many times. I was trying to describe the house to my husband, as the details were…Read more

For the past year or so, I've been waking up in the middle of the night. I'm using the term "night" loosely here, as it's usually around 3 in the morning. It usually starts when I get up to get a glass of water. 

I don't want to wake up all the way, so I do this thing where I half-close my eyes. I carefully get out of bed, eyes almost closed, and fumble for my water glass, then the door, then the doorway, then the sink. I fill up my water, still half in dream-land, eyes nice and heavy, and fall back into…Read more