i had the weirdest dream the other night. it was the kind that was so visually potent that within the first minutes of consciousness i found myself stumbling around trying to locate a piece of paper and writing utensil. the bizarre scene would inevitably dissolve the longer reality took hold - i had to act quickly to preserve the imagery that occured in my brain moments before. it's difficult for me to now provide a story line to the dream. that's the funny thing about dreams. at the time the illusion seems so real, it's seamless flow of non-sensical events works in some, unquestionable way.
my drawing is the purest form of storytelling i can offer but i will try with some words: my dad had gotten into some sort of accident and therefore "lost" his body. his head was on a floating pedestal were many tubes and wires connected him to machinery powered by water and electrical currents. the contraption was reminiscent of a tim burton creation and he had the ability to move around in a spider or even jellyfish-like manner. even stranger was the lack of emotional gravitas: neither he nor the rest of my family was upset by the event. seriously weird right?