So not to long ago, about a week or more, I actually had a dream I remembered.

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I was in a hotel room with some people, and it was daytime. A 'golden afternoon', sorta, with really really deep hazy golden sunlight streaming in, and it was hot. I knew the people in the room somehow (though I can't tell you who they are now - dream logic, I guess). We were packing, packing everything we could reach, desperate to get away.

You could hear screams from the street, and the general sounds of panic. The air reeked of blood.

Someone looked out a window in my room, and started screaming.

"There they are! They're coming for us!! THEY'LL GET US!!! THEY'LL GET ME!!!!"

We ran out of the hotel, down the stairs, out onto the burning asphalt. The air smelt of bubbling tar, and the blood-scent was overpowering. My shoes stuck to the road as we ran, and the bag I had been so eager to pack in the hotel room was now bulky and distracting. I left it and kept running. My friends did the same. On the edges of my vision now were flickers of movement. Someone - some thing - was out there, stalking us.... toying with us.

Things I didn't want to look at.

These things were having fun with us, lettings us get a glimmer of hope; that maybe we might loose them. Maybe we could escape.

Our friend from the hotel? The one that first screamed? He couldn't stop screaming. He stopped where he was, and he kept screaming.

We left him, and didn't look back.

Not long after, his screams cut off abruptly.

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I woke up then, and I was crying silently in my bed for a while after I woke.

No one had ever said it in the dream, and I had never seen them, but I knew what was chasing us. They were called Eaters. I didn't try to draw them, because I was still too scared. I rarely remember dreams, but when I do they are extrememly vivid. I was terrified to draw the Eaters.

And finally, because I can't keep them in my head much longer, I just put it on paper.

So maybe it's not so creepy to you. I didn't draw it's whole body, because I'm still not sure what all of it looks like. But this is an Eater - this is what chased me down the golden streets of my dreams. And to me, this thing is terrifying.


No critiques of anatomy please. This is purely from my mind, and it's exactly the way it needs to look, for me.