Hey schizo thread, I just woke up from meeting Belt-Buster in my dream. I had been on some sort of road trip with my sister and parents prior to running into him, I left the car some point and was walking along some imaginary highways on my own before ducking into a shopping center. I rounded an odd corner here and went down a long road flanked by some sort of strange food truck-filled bazaar on one side. I was trying to figure out what exactly all of these stands were selling when I ran into Belt at his own stand. I can't tell you how I knew it was him, the dream was not horny in the slightest and he therefore had none of his work on display. I just saw him, some university-aged guy somewhat reminiscent of his Nikolai character, and went, "holy shit, Belt!? Why aren't you in Norway?" (the dream did not take place anywhere particularly but I definitely felt like I was in the southeast US) Belt laughed, we chatted a little, and I followed him and his entourage (which magically spawned in, just a few nondescript dudes) over to a newspaper cover that we were going to collectively sign/deface for some reason. I was the last person with the pen, which somehow followed paint program logic, meaning that I could undo strokes at will. I spent way the fuck longer with the pen than anybody else, trying to do something comparatively ambitious while continually fucking up and hitting that physical Ctrl+Z; while this is happening, I'm losing my shit mentally, embarrassed by how long I'm taking in front of somebody "legit" and worried about how I'd introduce Belt if my parents were to show back up (we were on a road trip, remember?). I woke up as Belt began analyzing my newspaper graffiti work.
Drawing fat bitches may be eating at my sanity. Pic related is entirely unrelated but I've needed somewhere to post it for a second, oops.