She Was Guarding The Elevator
Oil & Oil Pastel on Paper.
Size: 50 W x 70 H cm
I had to work my way down into tubes, which were underwater and connected like train stops. The woman behind the front desk was guarding the elevator. I shot her with a tranq dart that was as long as an arrow. I went down the elevator, and this part of the dream reset as I was repeatedly killed by the guards. Most were robots. All of the fights were in square rooms between the tubes.