Tag: comic books

I Just Want To Go Out And Take Pictures, Man

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m watching a TV show, it’s a love story between a model and a producer. He’s got nice eyes but ugly teeth, he’s old and bony, but surprisingly I’m into it. He looks sweet and melanchonic. In the scene I’m watching they’re talking about Hamilton, specifically praising Renée Elise Goldsberry’s performance, I wholeheartedly agree with them. I want to watch the whole scene again, but I wake up.

Now I’m on a school trip, we walk on a long, white bridge. In front of us there’s a beach, behind us a rocky, misty hill. I take pictures to send my dad, even though he’s also here with me. I explain I’m sending them to the version of him that is sitting home on the couch. Eventually he’ll join bodies with that version.

We climb the hill, there’s an equally misty village on top. We spot a comic book store but it’s closed, maybe they’re on a lunch break? No, someone reads out loud the sign on the door, they’re on vacation on November 1st, 2nd and 3th. All my schoolmates grumble, just our luck.

The sun is setting, now we’re all sitting on the beach around a fire. I take more pictures of my friends, they turn out pretty but too bright.

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Bi Bi Bi

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my new keyboard is broken and key are missing. While out buying a new one I meet two young men, not even twenty, and give them comic book recommendations. They carry my bags home, we get inside my building: it has stores and bars and I can’t find my way in. This is my usual signal indicating that I’m dreaming, since I now know there are no consequences I have sex with the hottest of the two guys.

I go back out, still wanting to buy a keyboard at the computer store. The building hasn’t changed and that means I’m still dreaming. I know what to do, I prowl the streets finding someone to have sex with, and this time I pick a blonde older woman in a red dress.

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In Which I Project Anxiety Anytime My Morning Schedule Is Slightly Different

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I need to go to a doctor appointment (I did, this morning) but have to go to school first. There’s the town market on the way, I’m wearing flip flops and lose one, I have to go back looking for it in the crowd.

At this point it’s too late to make it to school, I get distracted on the way by a box full of stickers and washi tape outside a store. I sit on the ground rummaging through it. Various kids join me and also Dark’s Katharina Nielsen, who’s very interested in the cardboard box itself. I go inside to pay for my stickers, it’s a comic book store and the owner is rather nice, I tell him I’ll send over my brother to get some comics. I buy so much stuff, including a pizza. He says everything will cost me 5 bucks. I insist on paying at least 15.

Now I’m late for the doctor too. The only logic solution is to go back in time and start the morning again. I meet Eve and Villanelle from Killig Eve on the way. My doctor was fired (was it my fault??), the blonde substitute says I have cancer.

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Asshole Teacher

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that my high school finals are getting near and I haven’t studied or anything, I’m terrified of what my father will say when I fail miserably.

On the day of the final I go to class and I’m assigned a comic book to draw. The assignment is too damn long and I tell the teacher I can’t possibly finish it in time. “Am I not human?” I ask in tears.

“Yes,” he says, “but you’ll never be special.“

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Clearly My Subconscious Crave Rain And Creepy Buildings And Well I Just Want It To Be October

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I meet my cousin in town, it’s raining (is it really always raining in my dreams, or am I just tricking myself?)

Unlike in real life, cousin is very sweet with me, we hug, she asks me to go buy some comic books for her. Isn’t that nice? Something we can share. I go to a store but can’t find the comics I’m looking for.

I’m looking for a second store and I’m now in a building, an old English manor. It’s night, I’m holding a candle and I need to sneak into the library to get those comics; I’m being really careful not to wake the governess, who happens to be Maggie Smith (am I in the Secret Garden movie?) I go round and round the dark corridors, I’m sure the library must be somewhere around here, but I never find it.

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Broken Things

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My glasses are broken. I look for an old pair, find them in a drawer, there’s a big scratch on one of the lenses. I wish I had gotten a new prescription before all the stores were closed.

There is a bed with a… tent? Rolled over it? I break it and then try to roll it back, even try to glue it but it’s no use. Bud Bergstein and his wife come in the room and are appalled.

It’s Christmas night. I want to be alone and read my Steven Universe comic book but dad is angry, again, he’s making a scene. Like I’ve dreamed to so many times, I pick him up by the armpits and put him outside. He takes the car and leaves, it’s already dawn and nobody knows where he’s gone, and everybody is mad at me.

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Family Trip

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I’m at gran’s house, my siblings and my neighbor S. are with me. I’m playing the Sims and really getting into the game, but alas I need to turn off the computer and go home. We all climb into the car, I have some trouble closing the door.

We stop at an old beautiful building, something like a renaissance villa. There’s a comic book exhibit inside, we all take some time to visit it and at the end I ask my sister,

Does every artist really have to illustrate King James Bible at some point?

She says yes.

We arrive in town, outside the park there is a policewoman asking for everyone’s permission slips. She’s angry at us for being all out together, and she’s right, I think, that’s quite odd during a lockdown, what were we thinking? She finally allows us to go home, and as I start walking I notice that both my siblings and neighbor S. are turning into children, like we used to be when we played all together in this very park. My brother grins at me and jumps up and down. His hair is blond just like back then, and everything is beautiful.

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