Long ago, right after my first neck surgery, I had a dream. I'm not sure if it was just a random thing, or if it was related to painkillers and such, but it was more interesting than usual (I rarely dream anyway). Drew this right away after I was healed enough to manage, but for whatever reason never uploaded it. I like the concept, but it needs work on the execution so I'll go back and redo it digitally with color and stuff when I get the chance.

I was out to eat, with my parents and a friend, but I was wearing a ridiculous futuristic miniskirt and little belly shirt. Purple nails, navel ring, and lips to go along with it. I think the shirt had more embellishment than drawn here, I recall there being the little rings/hoops like fashion out of The Jetsons.

Nobody ever took a second glance at me as I strolled about, and then for some reason flying gun drones attacked, and I pulled out a little folding micro-SMG and found that I could move fantastically well in that slinky little outfit. A benefit of wearing half a pound of fabric, instead of 15 lbs of layers and crap in pockets and giant heavy duty work boots and such.