I had this vividly wild dream on 3/9/08 which I'm still trying to finish drawing. All the events centered around the ocean, and they seemed to all connect. This is just one small part of the dream:
A city that looked like New York, but it was in California, was being covered in yellow flying post-it notes. (I remember trying to control the post-it notes, but it didn't work). Followed by a red and green haze of pollution over the city. This and the post-its were suffocating the trees, so they died and everything died.
Then I could see the city from a distance. I was in a safe place, for now. I walked towards a run-down trailer/diner that was orange, rusty, and in the middle of a junk yard, it seemed. I met a woman there. We gambled with pop cans. I tried to fit a crushed can into a coin slot, but it didn't fit. We tried to live off what was left, because there was no more in the world.
to be continued...
mindy
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