Dream, yesterday

I was in the cabin of this private jet. I knew it was it was a jet because of the small cylindrical space, the white plastic and metal moldings, plus the sense of movement. I think it was mostly the plastic, though.

 I moved towards the pilot's cabin and peeked around the right side of the pilot's shoulder to get a better look at him, maybe say something. What I found was an inflatable mannequin figure sitting in the pilots seat- hands and body inflated- palms out flat. I could see the sealed seams of the inflatable figurine.  Must have been on auto pilot.  

 I got the urge to urinate so I turned to go to the toilet. As I was taking a leak my urine turned to blood- at first just a little stream then the toilet filled with blood and bubbles, I got up and returned to my seat.

Internal State
pen and ink on handmade abaca
7" X 14 1/2"
4-16/17 2014

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