I had a dream that I came face to face with a Great White. It wanted to eat me, or at least have a taste, both of which would have been fatal. I told it no and I had to convince it to not kill me. It’s answer would be to either destroy me or swim away. So did I survive?

I don’t know. I woke up first.

But I definitely had the sensation of something very old and powerful deciding my fate. I was scared, just staring into black eyes that felt like stars. I was in water but it didn’t feel like anything else lived there. I couldn’t feel anything but water. It felt deep, like being in the mouth of an uncaring whale.

So I had to draw it, but I lost some of the details in waking. And that feeling of unease is still with me, even now.

It hasn’t decided. Yet.