Dream Sketches

I'm feeling truly sour today. Nothing particularly bad even. Have someone crash into my car...again....did not start my week off well. How is it that you can go 7 + years driving without a single accident, then get hit twice in a 5 month period? This just proves that driving in downtown Jax is a deathtrap. Not that I'm hurt. Just...inconvenienced.

I've been thinking a lot about dreams lately b/c I had a string of them in the past week that I remember really vividly, which is rare. Why is this? Who knows. Anyhow I got bored this weekend in between cooking sessions and did some quick sketches so I wouldn't forget.

In one I remember cutting my hair really short, all choppy-like, and dying it pink. It looked grungy and amazing. I was SO excited, but I did it on impulse and instantly remembered I'd have to go back to work, and I can't have hair like that. What to do?!! I was immensely panicked.
It looked something like this:


Then I was in this huge room with massive rectangular pillars lining a walkway through the center, with weird curves in relief and water running down them. You couldn't really see the water until you got really close, and I walked up to one and put my hands and face in it, which is weird.

It was very dark and cooling. And then there were tons of people, and someone was there, and I asked him to grab me dinner from the gourmet buffet, and he brought back salad. Like..a huge plate of just lettuce. And I was really upset.


And then I (and someone else, dunno who) were running for our lives, and we sprinted so fast our feet weren't touching the ground, and we had to jump through these hoops and doors that were closing. We reached the end in time, I think, by slamming against the glass. There were doctors on the other side.

Then I had this other dream that I really have forgotten except for this part where a bunch of us were running around in odd clothing and I was with this guy that I knew...we paused and my dad steps out of this mirrored closet like a ghost holding a picture of a pink elephant with weird pink markings on it:

It was very weird, and I'm not sure what that's supposed to symbolize, but as crappy as this sketch is, that's pretty much exactly how it looked. Except my dad looks Mexican there or something. Bah.

I also had this dream involving inheriting an old mansion with a Spaceship-Earth-ish ride inside of it, but I didn't draw that one. I am so beyond exhausted. Dor made an orange cake for us, and I think she got the recipe from Blue Bamboo's owner. Go us! So lucky.