Last night I had a dream that my mom got me an Icthyosaurus off of Craigslist for my birthday. I spent the whole dream frantically calling aquariums trying to explain how a prehistoric marine reptile came into my possession, begging them to come take it away before it ate my cats, and trying to assure my mother that I loved it very much and I appreciated the thoughtful gift.
I had some spare time at lunch today, so I doodled the little guy in my sketchbook. Well… not SO little; the person’s there for scale.
The dream ended with me trying to hide my cats up high in the kitchen cabinets, because the house had accidentally flooded and it was swimming around trying eat everything. It was a very bad icthyosaur. 🙁