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Was looking at some old work and found this white dragon. It was part of a dream I had some years ago. Here’s the watercolor, touched up a bit.

I’ve got another dream story for you. Starts off at a vet’s office where this old lady comes in with a big gray parrot. It’s screaming about ocean creatures. Shrimp, oysters, sharks, stuff like that. It’s locked up and very freaked out. The lady tells us calmly that those are his code words. ‘Shrimp problem’ is for when he is nervous and suspects danger soon. ‘Shark problem’ is when he’s in danger but his enemy is too dangerous to fight. ‘Oyster problem’ is a danger he is willing to take on himself. The doctor, who is insistently being called an ‘oyster problem’, asks if she should be concerned. To which the old woman says “Of course not. His handgun is at home.”

This story made me think, what if the old lady called a maintenance guy and then stepped out to the corner store, thinking she’d be back before the repairman arrived?

Just a quick doodle. I had a dream about a cartoon tiger with a square head, but when I drew it, a bear came out instead. So here you go, a tiger-turned-bear drawing.

I had a dream that I was hired to create wedding invites and table placards that had a rooster decked out in a top hat and monocle and holding a cane. They were insistent. As you can imagine, I couldn’t resist actually making the bird in question.

It’s random dream time, because It’s my blog and I can. I’ve named this one The Countdown, but it could just as easily be called “crazy scary apocalypse is coming doom doom DOOM.” Here is my quick doodling of what the hell happened.

So yeah, my friend the werewolf and I (and a few others) are being chased through the woods. The forest is on fire and filled with carnivorous monsters that kill everything they get their hands on and corrupt anything they don’t feel like eating. We were told about a safe place; a glade in the middle of the forest. One by one our friends are picked off. I can hear them screaming. The monsters are closing in, but we’re also almost to safety. The werewolf pushes me into the light, but doesn’t make it himself. He’s reduced to a pile of bones before I can even turn around. The only thing in the glade is a blue guy, a table, and a chair. The blue guy tells me to sit. Apparently the table and chair are magic and the source of the glade’s protection. The blue guy’s job is to warn me about the future. A burning clock ticks away at a countdown. The end is coming.

Like I said. Doom, doom, DOOM. I find apocalypse stories interesting. The destruction of a world is some pretty heavy stuff, full of conflict, and thus great for storytelling. It’s just too bad the way people tend to take certain world-ender stories seriously and whip themselves up in a panic. Le sigh.