but for a moment there I wasn't asleep. I even opened my eyes to prove to myself I was awake. I'm sure I did.
You see, I was an eagle in this dream. I was a kind of "protective" eagle.. I looked down and realised I was flying high in the sky, flying above a guy on a bike (can you see where this is going?). We were both cruising along this open road. Trust me, it was a very cool dream. I think I should stop calling it a dream because I'm sure I was awake. I'm sure I was.
I flew above the man on the bike. I knew it was a man. Why? ... because I could tell it was "me" on the bike. I knew it. There were other clues too. I could also tell that because, the rider was in my gear. This included my "bulldog" helmet. I haven't worn that helmet for a few months. I was flying over landscape that was very country like. Open road. Actual stretches of open road but with the occasional stretch of pine or forest. I didn't find it hard keeping up with the biker. I naturally beat my wings hard and strong to keep up. As a bird, my movements were both elegant and powerful.
Anyway as I was flying above the "guy" on the bike... um, let's just say "me"... As I was flying above me, I swooped down, flying along side me on my bike. "Me" on the bike didn't even acknowledge the eagle along side. I positioned myself there for ages, we both sped along the road together. I'm assuming "me" on the bike may have acknowledged "me" in the air at some point, but I couldn't tell because I was wearing my dark visor. I could however see my reflection in that visor. Nice. (*Smirking* and thinking: was that confusing?)
He (i,e: Me) and me both seemed to be concentrating on something. Concentrating hard. After a few moments I decided to return to my "guardian eagle" position in the sky.
This is vivid. That's why I could draw it. The evening colours, the warmth in the air. The wind streaming along my beak, past my nostrils and over the feathers on my face. I could feel the rhythmic beating of my wings. It's an almost involuntary reflex. Almost.
But the real good thing is that I was confident and safe. Confident and safe as either: The eagle or the rider? ..
Some of the people I hang out with make me feel this way. Confident. Elegant and strong.... ok, ok, there's no way I'll ever be considered "elegant." but, I love their company. It's only with them I feel like I'm comfortable being who I am.
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So I woke up and drew the above comic strip. It didn't turn out how I wanted. But I now know three new things:
1. Correctly illustrating something takes time.
2. I expect too much from myself in such a short space of time.
3. 6 hours is not really a "short space of time".
Actually let's make that list 4 things:
4. I'm a better illustrator than writer.
I'm not happy with my illustration of my dream last night. :(