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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:
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.
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.
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