I dreamed last night that my grandma was transformed into a purple caterpillar. I had her on a tray with wheels that I was pulling behind me in a restaurant parking lot in a tiny southern town in the middle of nowhere. As I pulled her she would fall off randomly and each time it happened she would get harder and harder to find. Finally she fell off and disappeared into a garbage can. I emptied it out – searching the garbage carefully so she wouldn’t get injured. As I searched a storm with roiling black clouds blew over and I woke up. Edit: Yep this one was telling me that I was about to be homeless again. The storm clouds know.
About Mac McRae
I am a digital illustrator who makes postmodern whimsical monsters, people, animals and fish for kids products and companies that are young at heart.