I had an odd dream this morning.

I was tossed onto the beach by a large wave, though "tossed" probably isn't the right word. When the wave crashed and receded, I was standing on the beach. I hadn't been crushed by the water, or twirled around in the sand or anything. I think I was even dry, almost like I'd never been in the ocean.

I started talking to a bunch of random people on shore; they were all surfers. Despite my low surfing skill level, I grabbed a board (which looked more like a surfboard-sized boogie-board, a bigger, more colorful version of the one in my breezeway in real life), and jumped back in the ocean. I ducked the board under a few small waves, then realized a gigantic one was coming. Not just a tsunami-style wave, but a real tidal wave, like the ones you see in disaster movies after a comet hits the planet.

The wave changed into a floating mansion. Which makes sense when you think about it.*

I climbed onto the mansion-boat (or maybe just found myself on board, I don't remember), and started wandering around. It was huge, palatial, really, but I started to worry about being caught and remembered I'd climbed on board to avoid being crushed by a giant wave. (Yes, I know the wave had turned into the mansion-boat.) As I started making my way through the mansion-boat, it gunned its engines and started heading out to sea at top speed. I hurried to the back (or aft, if you want to be technical about it), tossed my board over, and dove in after it.

I got sucked along for a second or two while a spinning whirlpool of bubbles swirled past my head -- the propeller's wake. I let myself be tossed around a bit, and as things calmed down, decided to hang out underwater rather than surface. I found a wrecked ship and made my way inside through a small doorway. Lots of weird, orange algae was clouding the water, and I briefly wondered if I should be breathing it -- which was a strange sensation, pulling fluid in and out of my lungs. Inside the doorway was a dark passage and ladder leading up. I started climbing, pulling myself, floating, through the murky orange water with just my hands.

I got to the top of the passage and woke up.

Also, no new strip this week. Whole weeks off will be rare, but they will happen. It's unavoidable. I can't always spend hours and hours on something that doesn't make any money. I'm sorry. If you want the strip to always come out on time, every single week, consider buying a t-shirt (of which there will soon be new options).

Do look forward to my King Kong strip, though. It's funny!

*Not really.