Title: Autopsy
Date: June 2008
Media: Photoshop
Notes: One of the countless vivid and grotesque dreams I had, this one stuck with me and demanded to be drawn.

In the dream, that was me, though I changed her hair so that it wasn't red like mine. Trapped in a psychotic artist's studio, pristine white, where he used female body parts for his 'art'. Blood and body parts all over his canvases in his gallery. Strapped on a cold metal table, the faceless artist cut me open as one would perform an autopsy, while I writhed in agony. I awoke later, on the table, with my chest cavity back intact, and tried to get up. Seeing that the deep cuts ran right through my body, I kept clutching at my chest and gut and hip... trying to hold myself together. Not afraid of my insides falling out, but of my body falling into pieces. The dream fast-forwarded, and the cuts had become congealed seams, and I was curled in a corner, trying not to move too much. The seam split open from the chest down, at which point I woke from the dream. ... Wholesome!