I was really sick around Christmas time, and this was the result of one of the fever dreams. I found a similarly written copy on WordPad. That one contained the line “My eyes are puking rods and cones”, which I’m sure was referencing the fact that I saw this dream in all charcoal drawing/comic style. Nobody really had faces or anything, it was all just black and white and blurry. “Ghost Of You” by My Chemical Romance was playing in the dream, which was odd. It was also more like seeing a movie than experiencing a dream, too. I was never really “in” it.
I did actually start a comic for it, drawn in the same style I saw images in the dream. It’s four pages long and only getting to where he puts the lid on, so it’ll take a while to finish.
It’s great that you’re doing something with it. Are you having a hard time finishing is because the body of this piece is the product of a different state of mind? I can imagine that would be hard.
Creepy. This is a skeleton of a story (heh) I think. If you were to extrapolate on what motivates this killer and put some meat on the narrative… make us really reeaally want to see him taken to justice (by the rip current or otherwise) it could be excellent. I see a lot of potential. It’s so psychotic to polish up a skeleton, give it a manicure or whatever. I want to know more about his obsession with the kind of interest someone would want to look at a creepy insect or something.
I once had a fever hallucination, when I was ten… I remember running from wolves down my hall, locking myself in the bathroom and cowering in the corner of the shower stall— thinking I was being shot at… the tiles where crumbling all around me from the hallucinated bullets… so I know how real a fever can get!
At one point I thought maybe the guy was a serial killer, but for the sake of containing the story, I’m not going to add that in until later. Believe me though, it’ll happen.