In my drawing II class, the teacher wanted us to work from our dreams, as he figured that we had learned the basics in drawing I, that it was time for us to move into more conceptual realms.

He also wanted us to work big.  This is roughly three feet by four feet, done in color pastels.

This is from a dream I had that I can only remember fragments of now.  I was a non-morphic fox, being chased by a huge hound that turned out to just be a minion of a huge shadow beast (in this dream, like a bear), which was really what was hunting me down.  Then flashes of him being trapped by a net, missiles being launched, a sword stuck in the ground with grass rippling around it from the wind in the explosions, a plane going overhead and dropping a nuclear bomb...

Although I had gotten far enough away to survive the initial blast, I remember myself and other furries laying around, dying from radiation sickness, and waiting for the end...