Not sure why I started drawing ruins last night before bed, but whatever was going on in my head lead to some nightmares about really hungry dinosaurs trying to eat me and some friends.
I remember one toothy thing that looked like a miniature t-rex getting in under a door. I hit its skull with my fist so many times that I could feel the bone breaking, maybe the brain getting squished, yet it wouldn’t die. That was the scariest dream I’ve had in years, and I’m glad I don’t remember it except for the fact that it would have made some decent comics.
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