H.R. Giger inspired me, as well. I cannot imagine a more captivating artist with such a capacity to mesmerize or terrify. He, too, invaded my dreams which set me upon the road I travel this very day.
What follows is a dream I had long ago.
Enter the swamp. A bayou lays before you. Two swamp rats are fishing in the murky, boggy, foggy river. A succubus weary from flight follows her urges and descends upon the two swamp rats.
Dreams are wondrous and sometimes frightening experiences. They hold the key to our subconscious, and can sometimes…