Skip to main content
:-)

I had a dream last night...

I dreamt that I was in the largest branch of Comic Quest. It was like their super-mega-branch. I felt like I was in that white-limbo-room of the Matrix, but instead of an endless rack of guns, it was filled with comic books and graphic novels.


(photo from Brandie's phlog)

But that wasn't the best past of the dream.

As I walked past back issue boxes and shelves filled with graphic novels, I realized that some was holding my hand. I turned to see that I was holding the very soft hands of a girl.

I could not see her face and can only remember her smile. She had a big, bright smile... like a Cherish Cat, who guided me through that comic book wonderland.

As we walked through the store, I kept picking up old Marvel titles and she kept picking up Vertigo and indie / small press titles.

And when we got to the cashier, she brought out her MasterCard and paid for everything. Priceless!

We ended up in a cafe (which was still somehow part of the store) and spent the rest of the afternoon on the couch, reading comics, drinking coffee.

Then I woke up around 5am (I'm not sure, but it was still dark).

There was a pile of comic books on the floor beside my bed. I picked them up and went to the kitchen. Feeling hungry, I got some Frosted Flakes and poured skim milk into the bowl. As I munched on the cornflakes, I started to read the comic book "4", which is about how the Fantastic Four went bankrupt, lost everything, had to get "9-to-5" jobs, and moved into some downtown apartment.

In that issue, Mr. Fantastic kept having dreams about falling, about his grandfather who was part of the Airborne division during WWII. At the end of the story, Mr. Fantastic said:

"...my grandfather once told me that when you jump out of an airplane, there's something you hold onto even more tightly than your parachute.

Faith.

That your chute will open.

That states of chaos and war are only temporary.

That your efforts are worth something.

That a promise is all it takes to save a life.

And one the last things he said to me: `if you ever find yourself falling, Reed --and you will, life's one big free-fall-- believe that somewhere, somehow, there will be someone there to catch you.` "


And as he said that last line, we see that he is home and is greeted by Sue, the Invisible Woman.

I finished my cornflakes and went back to sleep.

When I woke up past noon, I kept wondering about the dream. So, I decided to go to Comic Quest, thinking it was some sort of sign or omen. When I got there, I spoke with Mike for awhile. Marco, Dean, and Nikki were also there. I got a whole bunch of comic books, and then... nothing. I was half-expecting "her" to come in Comic Quest. But no. No dream-geek-comic-book-girl entered the store.

So I went off to dinner and looked for a quiet place to read my comic books.

Maybe tonight I will dream again of being in that super-mega-Comic-Quest-branch and maybe she will be there too.





Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

PANDAY RIDING THAT HEROIC CYCLE Below is an email ELSA BIBAT posted in the Alamat mailing list , prompted by a thread about making/writing/creating a new Panday story. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Okay, okay, I'm back...and I was hoping to have a break from writing stuff. Anyway, it is incredible that someone actually remembered the post. It's been lost to time for exactly a two years now. Thank you for notifying me. Let's begin with the original videotapes. My original videotapes are lost to time, but, I caught all three of the trilogy in ABS-CBN's FPJ Theater... or was that Saturday Action Cinema? GMA 7 went the entire nine yards and showed the entire series in one of their old Tagalog action film shows that were on Saturday nights. The sight alone of the aliens of Panday IV raising the undead and turning innocent villagers to badly made-up extras makes my belly ache. As an aside, FPJ should exercise the rights a...
Read more

I AM A FILIPINO

I am a Filipino – inheritor of a glorious past, hostage to the uncertain future. As such, I must prove equal to a two-fold task – the task of meeting my responsibility to the past, and the task of performing my obligation to the future. I am sprung from a hardy race – child many generations removed of ancient Malayan pioneers. Across the centuries, the memory comes rushing back to me: of brown-skinned men putting out to sea in ships that were as frail as their hearts were stout. Over the sea I see them come, borne upon the billowing wave and the whistling wind, carried upon the mighty swell of hope – hope in the free abundance of the new land that was to be their home and their children’s forever. This is the land they sought and found. Every inch of shore that their eyes first set upon, every hill and mountain that beckoned to them with a green and purple invitation, every mile of rolling plain that their view encompassed, every river and lake that promised a plentiful living ...
1 comment
Read more
Couple of weeks ago, Ms. Diyco featured another campaign made by the creatives here at Harrison Communications. Here's her review about the Neozep "Neozerye" TV campaign: Romancing the mighty colds cure ADS AND ENDS, Nanette A Franco-Diyco BUSINESS WORLD Vol. XX, No. 139, Friday-Saturday, February 9-10, 2007 http://www.bworldonline.com/Weekender020907/main.php?id=marketing_diyco The four television commercials that serialize the life of pretty housemaid Luwalhati, culminating in a storybook wedding to her once-upon-a-time señorito from the imposing mansion belong to an ad campaign awards class all its own. There have been other spoofs of soap operas selling other brand categories in the past. But for several reasons put together, the Neozep series of commercials that began with honest-to-goodness ad teasers that looked and sounded like teasers for true-blue soap operas proved ultra entertaining and more importantly, "reinforced Neozep’s leadership and further s...
Read more