You can tell the Sun, in his jealous sky,
That we walked in fields of gold ..
I had a dream last night that I was Harry Potter, being chased by a transformer kind of robot round some kind of open-air refinery. About the Harry Potter bit, I wasn't exactly Harry per-se, I was still me, but I was Harry in that dream-world kind of way, where you know you're something even though you're nothing like it. You know what I mean. And I remember swinging from the top of some tower, landing on the ground and finding out Chewbacca was with the transformer.
Something like this.
Little Miss Sunshine and Alien vs. Predator have both been on tv tonight, both pretty sweet films, so I'm gonna kill some more time on Paint. All pictures copyright Max.
Click for full size. I've missed doing these.
