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I drew this at work, scanned it and painted it in Photoshop. It’s the first time I’ve ever tried digital painting (or painting at all, for that matter, aside from a grade-school art class). I have no idea what it is.

I had some unusual dreams over the weekend that I’d like to share. I know people can find it boring when others describe their dreams, but mine are often so unusual and cinematic that they can actually be entertaining. I’ll just post one, for now. This is all from the dream as I remember it–I haven’t added anything to it after waking.

Majestic

I was Johnny Depp, and I awoke in a hospital, unable to remember how I got there. (This is irrelevant to the rest of the story, but Dave Foley (of Kids in the Hall) was a doctor, and there was a program where hospital employees could give candy bars to the newspaper/candy stand for charity.) Everyone seemed to be looking for someone, and when they discharged me, they told me to look for secrets in my house. When I got home, the robotic vacuum cleaner bumped into the closet and the back wall jiggled. I went inside, and Bruce Willis was sitting on a folded-out hide-a-bed watching television. He was the one everyone was looking for. He was wearing hospital clothes, and couldn’t remember how he had gotten into the room. We talked for a while, and he told me about this girl he knew who he said we had to save. I suddenly felt guilty for having found him, because I realized someone was following me and I’d led them right to him.

I was back in the hospital again, and couldn’t remember how I’d arrived. I ran out to search for Bruce Willis because I wanted to help him, but when I got outside, an enormous Christopher Lloyd dressed as an old-fashioned undertaker and wearing round-lensed glasses was staring down at me. He was some kind of supervillain, and the entire city had been a model he’d built and populated with human beings to conduct experiments. There was a giant mechanical ring around the city with little head-sized glass domes and tubes running up to some central control. Bruce Willis, some other male, and the girl we were supposed to save had their heads trapped inside the glass bubbles, and Christopher Lloyd would fill them up for brief periods with different-colored goo, then suck it back up again. He was about to put me into one of the domes, but I transformed into a new superhero called “Majestic”, and Bruce Willis became Iron Man. The other guy was either The Incredible Hulk or The Thing, but he was just a kind of vague additional character.

We started attacking the machine, and Christopher Lloyd grabbed the girl and headed to this giant cathedral in the middle of the model city. He wanted her to marry one of his minions, for some reason, and we had to prevent it from happening. The three of us started attacking the walls of the cathedral, but they kept repairing themselves. Christopher Lloyd was following us around its perimeter trying to crush us under his cane, and we kept having to avoid him.

Inside, the girl was talking with the minion. Both had cockney accents.

“Is that a cockney accent?” asked the girl.
“Yeah,” replied the minion.
“S’noice. Don’t get much but propah-Bri’ish in these pahts”

One of the cathedral doors opened and we ran inside, stopped the wedding and foiled Christopher Lloyd’s vague, incomprehensible plan.