Last night I dreamt I met a man who had the name of many artists. He tried to rape me. I locked myself in a room and called for help, but no one answered. He broke through the door, and I escaped. In my rage, I turned back, and turned into a monster, to which he laughed. I tore off his head and strew his guts across the tile floor - his severed head was still smiling, frozen mid-laugh.

Thinking about doodling more poignant dreams as warm-ups from now on.