In My Path

Ooooold picture I meant to color ages ago, but only decided to get off my ass and finish it today. Before anyone decides to point fingers and accuse me of copying Tim Burton, bless his heart, I'd like to point out that this creature appeared in a dream I had a few weeks ago. I've forgotten most of the dream by now, but here's what I do remember, for those who're interested.
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The beginning is a little fuzzy, but a man approached me who said his name was Rotti Largo (yes, 'Repo' much ...) and claimed that he was my father. He attempted to drag me into his car and when I struggled he threw me into a cell that was so thin I had to lie down as if in a coffin, the back was padded like in a cell. Suddenly hands and feet and eyes exploded from the padded cushions and began groping at my hair and my eyes and my face, and all I could do was scream. The more I screamed the fabric behind me began to give way until eventually I was swallowed inside the wall.

I fell into what appeared to be a yellow corridor, and I followed it until I couldn't go any further: in between me and the continuation of the corridor was what appeared to be a pulsing tangle of blue muscles, contracting and releasing gently. At the far, dark end of the tunnel the muscle was coming from lay the coils of what appeared to be a large, striped snake, breathing slowly. I tried to stop my running but managed a little too late; the snake woke up and lashed out at me, and I was barely fast enough to avoid it and run back the way I came, just managing to glance behind and see the muscles open up to reveal a large gaping mouth with teeth, as well as two more additional mouths that looked like flytraps (above).

I ran back up the tunnel and found myself in a church where a choir of young boys and girls were singing. "Largo" was there, and I hid behind a bench until the show was over, then fled with the crowd of children when they ran happily out of the church. Apparently they had never been here before, and ran head-on into the striped snake creature. One boy was too slow and I saw the great snake wrap it's black and white tongue around his waist, bite down on him, and then fling him into the gaping, fleshy mouth embedded in its quivering muscle. I ran out with the remaining children (the ones that weren't grabbed and swallowed whole by its remaining flytrap mouthes) and made my way to the nearest village.

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The rest is kind of fuzzy, but it involved a silent rave, my English teacher, and a minivan ... and a car chase. But there you have the important part.


Sweet dreams ...

--Sak