Bad dreams

– Oh uncle. I’m so glad to see you!
– ‘evening son
– I must ask you for help. Would you kindly listen to me?
– Sure, son!
– I kept dreaming of a titanic figure, truly a god. Each night, over and over. At first it was blurred and vague. And now it is clearer and clearer each night. ┬áLast was the worst! it saw me! And then it made a gesture.
– Oh my! That is quite terrifying.
– I’m scared. What can I do? I’m afraid to fell asleep again.
– But you are dreaming dear.
– oh…
– like, right now. Remember, son: I died three years ago.

ink brush doodle on A6 sketchbook