Last Night's Dream
(Horrible drawing even for me removed).
More like early this morning. I kept waking up after a series of terrifying or shameful dreams, disturbing my cats and getting twisted in the blankets. About five I drifted off, and I dreamed I was at a beach party with three friends, all long dead. That is all I remember about it. The dream that was the worst last night was one in which I murdered my wife and was waiting to get caught for it. The wife in the dream was not my real one, I could care less about her. In this dream I left a candle going upstairs while I turned the gas on in the house. It was terrifying because I did not know I was asleep and I couldn't believe I had done something so cruel and easily discovered. All I can do to explain that was that I had been thinking of Scott Peterson and how he must have felt as he lied to everyone about killing his wife.
This drawing is sub-standard, again, but I am in a slump. I don't even know why I bother to type such a thing, it is not as if I have to explain myself. Art that needs explanation, such as anything by Jackson Pollack, is not art but a scam.
See what I mean?
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