My brain at 'rest' is a curious thing...

[a_fallen_sister]

Last night I dreamed about a zombie apocalypse, only the apocalypse part was pretty much just scary extreme climatological disaster and the zombies were just as fucked as the rest of us. I was in a hotel conference room, several stories high, looking out floor-to-ceiling plate glass windows and standing shoulder-to-shoulder with a nice old dead

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[waltzing_mice]

You are a freaky girl, that's all.

Maybe you should start a dream sketch book!

[a_fallen_sister]

I just want to understand my brain!!! *pulls hair*

I thought about that! When I woke up, one of my first thoughts was, 'Huh, wonder if I could draw that the way I saw it?' It would take a lot of skill with color and dramatic lighting that I just don't have, alas.

[waltzing_mice]

But the thing about a sketch book it is for you. So you don't get the lighting perfect, it is for ~practice~.

*slap*

[a_fallen_sister]

Ha ha, but if it doesn't come out the way I want it to, I get frustrated, grrr. The little Dave and Kurt Glee drawing I'm working on is doing that to me, actually. Dave's face looks... wrong. But I can't put my finger on why (something with the mouth, I think) and I've erased so much at this point, that I don't think I could erase again to change it even if I did figure it out. o_0