Thank you for your patience. The following is the third installment of the vivid dream I had on Thanksgiving Eve (everything is exactly the way I remember it). You can find the first two installments in the archives (November & December). But in case you are too tired to go digging through them... Our story so far:
I find myself driving the streets of downtown Chicago in an old station wagon. Finding a rare "Free 3 Hour Parking" spot, I go to a boring meeting with people I don't know. On the way, I see a mother gorilla in an abandoned parking lot trying to care for her lifeless baby. Sadness pushes me to near tears, but not to do anything. After my meeting she is still therem so I call 911 and get a surly operator. I try to get the location, but the street signs make no sense and seem to change as I read them.
The story continues...
To be continued...
A few things I have noticed about this exercise.
1) This is a bigger project than I expected. I'm only about 2/3 through.
2) I should've used a larger sketch pad. Drawing these tiny panels on 7x9 paper that is too rough is a pain.
3) My dream makes no sense and has no real plot. It reminds me of the comics that you do with your friends, where each person draws a new panel and makes up the story as they go. If this has a deeper meaning to my life, I am in trouble.
4) According to the bottom panel on page 5, I am thinner than in real life and I walk like Bigfoot.
(I have found that I can draw these when I take my kids to their music & tumbling classes, so I should be able to wrap this up faster now).