Down The Rabbit Hole by Dina Makarita is a tunnel book that evokes the feeling of time passing as you fall into a deep REM sleep, when your most vivid and bizarre dreams occur.
The overall form is an expandable sequence of bright turning shapes representing depth of sleep, while the rotating shapes mimic the movement of the dreamer’s eye during REM sleep. Packaging includes instructions for assembly, a dream journal with interpretations, a photo book of the project, and all the necessary paper materials for creating your very own dream tunnel book.
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He was done with this. Jo dug his fingers into the earth.
He was fucking done with this.
The not-vampire grabbed him by the back of the jacket and hauled him to his feet. He forgot the gun as he dug one shoe into the ground and spun around in her grip.
His fist rammed into her mouth.
He barely registered the piercing pain in his knuckles as he pivoted on the opposite foot and drove his knee into her gut. She doubled over with a gargle of pain, but her skeletal hand still caught his next fist. She staggered back and kicked out with one giant boot.
It jammed into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Jo stumbled back, gasping for air, his fists whipping up in defense.
His refocusing gaze caught on something white—a point of fiery pain digging between two of his knuckles. He quickly pushed it out, causing a new prick of pain and a dribble of blood from where it had been lodged.
It was a fang. It plopped onto the grass, blood and gum still clinging to the root.
When the not-vampire whipped her head up again, her free hand was clapped over her jaw. She snarled like a beast.
“I need a hostage,” she hissed, spraying blood from her mouth. “But not you, skinsack. You’re gonna die.”