I had a confusing dream that included working on Rita in front of a wide floor-to-ceiling window, leaving my apartment to find myself in some kind of multi-artist studio, and finding myself lost in the crowded space behind the desk of someone who worked in lots of real media and small sculpture.
Then some people found me and brought me back to my place. They started digging in my closets. The woman came out half hidden in a brightly colored bondage sack of some kind; when I unzipped it she was wearing a blue and white harlequin fetish outfit, and may have become rubber. Then the guy spoke softly to me and plugged a thick, multi-strand cable into my right eye.
I woke up with a start, convinced I am actually in some kind of virtual rest home for broken brain dumps.
Then I went back to sleep because it was like 5AM and I didn’t feel like getting out of bed.
I would sort of like to work the blue and white artificial harlequin into Rita but I don’t think I have the room. Oh and also the sequence of Rita I was drawing in the dream was an extended superhero riff, which… no, just no.
Speaking of Rita, once I get out of bed I’m going to make two little tweaks on things the printer caught, and send off what should be the final files for book 2.