Tag: comics

In Which I’m Stingy

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I dream that I’m walking in my neighborhood, an old man stops me and asks me to return his Peanuts comics. I tell him honestly that I don’t remember him ever lending me any comics, when was it? 14 years ago, he says. His mom tells him to stop bothering me; she’s much younger than him, but I don’t find it strange at all. I take out my journal and say I’ll give something else in return, a sticker sheet, maybe? I regret suggesting it right away because all my stickers are precious to me. What about trading cards? I grab a deck, does the old man likes Lord of the Rings? No, he doesn’t. What about… I look through my cards frantically. What about Clint Eastwood? Yes, he does like him!

I give him two Clint Eastwood trading cards.

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I Have All These Details That Make Zero Sense When Put Together

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I dream that my siblings are going to spend the night at a big villa belonging to Gran (I’m sure I dreamed about that place some other time?) while Gran spends the night in my room. She’s really tired, so I bring her a glass of water and some sort of tomato pie. Then I steal my brother’s comics. I have a bunch of kittens, and one of them is actually a child contended between two Star Trek crews; they are tiny crews that live on the two levels of a toy starship.

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But Probably Manchester

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I dream that I have to draw some comic book panels for art class. They are about a great evil wizard named Winchester or Manchester, I can’t remember. In my head he looks like the villain from the Swan Princess cartoon, and I draw him accordingly. Yoda and Darth Vader are also in the comic.

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And This Is Only The Five Minutes Before I Woke Up!

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I dream that my brother borrows me his comics (am sure hang up on those, huh). I’m reading my sister’s secret diary and when she finds out she’s incredibly mad, but I don’t care what she thinks, I hate her. A man pretends to be pregnant but it was only chalk hidden under his shirt. I go out with friends and order a burrito, which is actually a tomato.

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One-Two Chicken

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I’m with my sister on the beach. We’ve been fighting lately, but we apparently made peace in my dreams. She puts on her sunglasses, slathers herself with cream and proceeds to sunbathe like a lizard; meanwhile I stay fully clothed because I’m shy.

Times flies and it’s soon time to go back home, she has to pay for our train tickets because I only have five bucks on me. On the train I’m reading a Mickey Mouse comic strip, my sister reads from over my shoulder and chatters on about the artist, apparently a favorite of hers. “See how Goofy really moves like a dog,” she says enthusiastically. Horace is buff, like veins bulging ripped for who knows what reason.

I keep on reading, there’s a two pages interview with a Spanish-speaking comic book writer named Ricardo Pollo. I start chuckling uncontrollably, my sister asks why so I explain: the guy has a son who was born on January the second, and thus he named the poor kid “One Two Pollo.” In the dream, I find that utterly hysterical.

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Small Steps

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I usually don’t have an easy realtionship with my sister’s boyfriend, S., but in tonight dream we try to get along. The three of us have dinner together, he shows me a comic strip he drew where I’m one of the characters. Not a full-fledged character like my sister is, more like a blob, but better than nothing.

In return I show him an episode of Critical Role, since he’s a DnD player, and also a sketch of him and my sister I drew in my journal. He’s impressed, so I say,

Don’t flatter yourself, I only happen to like drawing beards.

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