Angels and Dragons

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December 31, 1999. The dream was so vivid I can still recall every detail as if I’ve just watched a sci-fi/horror/action movie in HD. Although I’ve had a few other nightmares that were as vivid and scary, this one probably takes the cake.

I won’t go into too many details here though since it will probably creep people enough to have me banned or something (or at least, unfollow me). The only details I can probably give out is that it involved names I have never ever heard of prior to this dream—Zadkiel and Ouroboros*.

It also involved some premonition stuff  which still creeps me out to this day because I couple of them HAVE come true. (I’m not into mystical stuff or things like that, but this dream makes me think about it sometimes.)

Anyway, the painting above is a ‘scene’ from that dream/nightmare where after Zadkiel said to me,”I will show you the future.”, I found myself in my room talking to my brother who told me to “… reach behind the moon. You’ll find Ouroborus there.”

So, there’s the moon and Ouroboros is in flames, coiled up behind it. The dream ends the moment I held Ouroboros in my hand and everything is engulfed in flames. It was like a scene from some weird post-apocalyptic Japanese anime movie.

*I only found out about Zadkiel and Ouroboros the following day when I told my brother about the dream. He then hooked me up with his friend who, weirdly enough, was doing research about angels for a class project. And I thought coincidences like this happen only in movies!

(painting: ink and colored pencil on canvas, with additional digital coloring)

P.S. Sorry for the fragmented (incoherent?) style of writing. I often post during lunch breaks and it’s hard to write while shoveling food into my mouth.

Anyway, here’s some classic Metallica (I’ve been listening to the whole Black album on loop for a couple of days now. OCD in full rev!)

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How’s the coffee, Jack?

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Mr. Jack Asparagus Puscorn stops by my room every Monday morning to talk about the latest goings on at the office. Sometimes he’d whine about his salary,  and sometimes it’s all about how he hates Lebron James but most of the time he’d just go on and on about how he’d like to clobber people with his keyboard.

Mr. Jack Asparagus Puscorn is so full of hate, and I don’t know why he tells me all his secrets.

*Mr. Jack Asparagus Puscorn is not a real person. He is a monster.