I had been working on the drawing for about a week, at work during my dinner hour. The long, panoramic had started to take shape…
The image was split into 15 separate drawings. It showed the profile of a male figure bending down to pick up an injured bird. As the image worked from left to right the figure rose and released the bird. The bird then flew skywards towards the top right hand corner of the picture.
I remember feeling pleased with the image.
At five I finished work. I took the drawing home, with the intention of finishing it that night.
I placed it carefully on the backseat of my car. The long board that the drawing was tacked to filled the back of the car. I only just managed to shut the doors.
I sat briefly looking at the drawing through the rear view mirror of the car before I started for home. I remember feeling pleased with the overall composition, busy with line from bottom left to top right.
The day was bright. I thought of my recent Lucid Dream experiences. I thought of the Silverfish, (Silverfish post), I looked out along the long road before me and glanced back at the drawing behind me through the mirrors. As I did this I heard a loud thud toward the front of the car.
I had hit something!
I slowed the car and searched the road through the rear view mirror.
There it was…
A small starling lay on the road.
I reversed the car and got out. It was still alive! Its head was bleeding. I could see a small piece of the bird’s skull through its feathers.
I picked it up and returned to my car. I put the bird on the passenger seat. I can remember feeling the warmth of its damaged body.
I turned on the heaters of the car in an attempt to warm the creature. Its head was still bleeding.
With the bird on the seat next to me and the drawing catching my eye every time I looked in the rear view mirror, I bewilderedly continued home.
The bird began to move…
Suddenly it fluttered back to life! It flew onto the head rest of the car seat.
It looked at me. Its black eyes, bleeding head and exposed skull offered an iridescent and horrific sight to behold.
I remember being aware of the surreal nature of that moment. The bird continued to sit on the headrest. I could see that it was still dazed as we travelled on, now, on slower, busier roads.
I decided, as we were almost home, that I would put the bird in the downstairs toilet of the house. I would treat its wounded head with anti-sceptic and feed it bread. Worms from the garden if needs be.
We arrived home, pulling up onto the drive.
I turned off the engine.
As I did this the bird was startled. It was as though at that point it became aware of its bizarre, motorised cage and human companion.
It flew onto the backseat.
As it did so it fluttered furiously against the drawing.
I reached behind me in an effort to grab the bird. To my surprise I caught it as it settled briefly. I cupped it carefully in my hands as I managed to open the door, just catching the handle with the little finger of my right hand.
I stepped out of the car. I felt light headed and confused.
I tripped and fell forward.
Falling to ground I lost hold of the bird.
It instantly flew skywards.
My movements and the flight of the bird exactly mirroring the movements of the figure and the bird in the drawing!
I leant against the car to gather my thoughts.
This was all too much!
The past few weeks had been strange. Lucid Dreams and now this!
I slowly pulled myself together.
I reached into the back of the car to retrieve the drawing. I could not believe what I saw…
The bird had left a long splash of blood from its wounded head on the drawing.
Amazingly the mark that it had made travelled exactly from the bottom left of the image to the top right.
The drawn image of the bird and its path across the picture was now traced with the blood of the bird.
Shaken I took the drawing indoors…
I looked at it for a long time that night.