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The Chef — Description
So I had this dream, right.

I dreamt I couldn't find my glasses (this happens a lot, I can't see them if they're not where I put them, typically). No big deal. So I go downstairs in my dream and I see that someone's standing by the stove, cooking. Smells like bacon but they're using a pot, I think. It's hard to tell.

I can only see people as pretty indistinct blobs if I don't have my glasses on, and it was really bright in the kitchen. I think it's my dad, because the person doesn't seem to have a shirt on and for whatever reason guys sometimes cook without a shirt on (ew.)

I say, "What are you making" as I go over.

The person stops moving, and their head torques sideways to look at me. Not like how a person would move their neck. Like they're something else in a person's skin.

And then I know, the way you know in a dream for sure without being told by anybody, that the meat it has in its hands is my family.

Hey, right in time for thanksgiving. My dreams are so convenient like that. Sorry mom, if you're reading this.

Anyway just trying some new things in painter and photoshop on this doodle.