Dreeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaam Weaver!
Sketch. Just about the only thing I like on this page is the lone samurai with the odachi, bracing himself to cut down a horseman. The figure on the bottom right I tried to draw off-the-cuff, without using a proper stick figure first. Let that be a lesson.
More weird dreams today.
The first part I remember was watching some Discovery channel special about skydiving with cats. Some people wearing wingsuits would chuck a cat out of a plane and follow it. The cat would flatten itself out like a flying frog and glide a long distance, even outpacing the people with the wingsuits. Oh yeah, and the cat was fine too. Unharmed, that is. >_>
This naturally segued into a dream about being able to fly myself. At first I had to mimic the cat, throwing myself at the ground and trying to flatten myself out with my arms and legs curled out to the sides. The movement this produced was a spinning glide, like one of those three-pointed boomerangs. Then... I forgot how to fly like that. Finally, I found that by imagining (yes, imagining within a dream!) that I was surrounded by crackling lightning and energy, I could not only levitate myself, but spent quite some time hurtling around the inside of my house, making high speed turns and launching myself like a rocket down hallways, or just floating in mid-air like M. Bison. (After I woke up it also retroactively reminded me of another superhero character design I wanted to get down on paper, a guy who uses powerful electric fields to fly and fire bolts of plasma.)
Finally this somehow dissolved into a dream about being in a hotel suite with a bunch of people I'd never met, who were all talking about cartoons like Powerpuff Girls or Dexter's Lab. I excused myself from the conversation to use the bathroom. Here's the disturbing part: I was relieving my bladder for something like twenty minutes straight, into what alternated between a urinal and a full toilet that was constantly flushing, leaking, and generally not instilling a lot of confidence in its ability to dispose of the waste. Finally, that was over with and I woke up.
Fortunately I did not have to drain the lizard for anything more than a few seconds in real life, though I was disappointed that I couldn't levitate. Also, thanks to having read a column in the paper a few years ago, I already know what a dream analyst would make of the urinating part of the dream, and both the unable-to-fly and the able-to-fly parts of the other dream. Those interpretations, however, don't really apply to my waking life. Well, maybe to the fact that I really hate my job.
More weird dreams today.
The first part I remember was watching some Discovery channel special about skydiving with cats. Some people wearing wingsuits would chuck a cat out of a plane and follow it. The cat would flatten itself out like a flying frog and glide a long distance, even outpacing the people with the wingsuits. Oh yeah, and the cat was fine too. Unharmed, that is. >_>
This naturally segued into a dream about being able to fly myself. At first I had to mimic the cat, throwing myself at the ground and trying to flatten myself out with my arms and legs curled out to the sides. The movement this produced was a spinning glide, like one of those three-pointed boomerangs. Then... I forgot how to fly like that. Finally, I found that by imagining (yes, imagining within a dream!) that I was surrounded by crackling lightning and energy, I could not only levitate myself, but spent quite some time hurtling around the inside of my house, making high speed turns and launching myself like a rocket down hallways, or just floating in mid-air like M. Bison. (After I woke up it also retroactively reminded me of another superhero character design I wanted to get down on paper, a guy who uses powerful electric fields to fly and fire bolts of plasma.)
Finally this somehow dissolved into a dream about being in a hotel suite with a bunch of people I'd never met, who were all talking about cartoons like Powerpuff Girls or Dexter's Lab. I excused myself from the conversation to use the bathroom. Here's the disturbing part: I was relieving my bladder for something like twenty minutes straight, into what alternated between a urinal and a full toilet that was constantly flushing, leaking, and generally not instilling a lot of confidence in its ability to dispose of the waste. Finally, that was over with and I woke up.
Fortunately I did not have to drain the lizard for anything more than a few seconds in real life, though I was disappointed that I couldn't levitate. Also, thanks to having read a column in the paper a few years ago, I already know what a dream analyst would make of the urinating part of the dream, and both the unable-to-fly and the able-to-fly parts of the other dream. Those interpretations, however, don't really apply to my waking life. Well, maybe to the fact that I really hate my job.