I had this dream

Last night I had a very vivid dream.  As I am in the mood to procrastinate, I am going to type it out here while I smoke on the stoop.


I was running through thick reeds.  Oak trees hung overhead, grey and green, and over those hung heavy thunderclouds.  My hands and feet padded on wet earth.  I broke through a line of cat tails into a riverbed, boarded with with great boulders and hanging with thick grey lichen.  A ribbon of water ran through the middle of the bed, a few feet across, and in this lay the form of some great hulking beast.  It was dead, or nearly dead, it's thick brown fur was matted with mud.  It lay motionless and partially submerged so that I couldn't make out exactly what it was.  I stood next to it and plunged my hands into it's body.  It's insides were warm, but it didn't stir.  I felt something sharp and hard inside of the thing, and pulling hard my hands came out holding a pair of antlers.  They were covered with some kind of semi-translucent humour, yellow and pungent.  I knelt by the stream washing the things off.  The ends were jagged, and looked as if they had been broken off with some amount of force.  I held one in each hand, raised them above my head and brought these jagged ends down on my skull, fixing them in place on my brow.  I didn't die, which would generally be the expected outcome after perforating one's skull with a pair of pointed objects.  They just fixed in place.  I proceeded up the river bed, loping from rock to rock against the flow of the water, seeing faces peering from the tall reeds on the bank.  All familiar, these faces.  Some of them were looking at me, some of them were preoccupied with whatever reeds have to offer. I proceeded on my way along the water.  I woke up feeling like I had been asleep for years.


Last night I also experimented with gouache for the first time.  I said I was going to hold off on showing anything until these book panels had all seen the light of day, but I'm stalling.  This is what I did-

It turned out alright, though the colors got slightly messed up in the scanning process.  I think my old flatbed is on it's way out.  Bah, oh well.


In other news, there is no other news.  Things continue, and things stop continuing.  My pervasive misanthropy has reached a fever pitch.  I'm feeling pretty good about that.