Book Dreams: A Guy Walks Into A Bookstore
In this particular dream, it was 1980 or 1981 and I was living in Denver, Colorado. My job was at a cool comic book store that was sort of like Mile High Comics. The atmosphere was relaxed and genial, and I had lots of time to write and illustrate (in this dream, I could draw like Alison Bechdel!) my own fanzines. Strangely but happily, modern desktop publishing was at my disposal, so I was able to "pub my ish" and have it available for sale within hours.
One day, a rangy, good-looking guy about my age came into the store and stayed for hours and hours, looking mostly at comics and fanzines. Friendly guy -- really different from the geeks and nerds that made up our usual clientele -- great conversation skills. He settled himself on the floor with a comic book box full of past issues of my zine, which was called In Today's Room. I tried not to watch him as he read my stuff, but occasionally sneaked a peek from behind a Rolling Stone magazine with Jackson Browne on the cover.
Finally, he came up to the register with several copies of In Today's Room. I charged him a dollar apiece. As he gave me the money, he said, "Hey, are you that Susan?" and gestured towards the pile of zines. I nodded.
He smiled. "Would you do me a favor? Could you autograph all of these for me?"
"Really????!!!!!" (Be cool, girl.) "I mean, sure, of course, but only on one condition: When you write a book, you'll autograph a copy for me."
"No problem."
I felt like I could talk to this guy all day. Damn, he had to be the quintessential example of the word charisma! "What's your name?"
"Barack. Barack Obama."
One day, a rangy, good-looking guy about my age came into the store and stayed for hours and hours, looking mostly at comics and fanzines. Friendly guy -- really different from the geeks and nerds that made up our usual clientele -- great conversation skills. He settled himself on the floor with a comic book box full of past issues of my zine, which was called In Today's Room. I tried not to watch him as he read my stuff, but occasionally sneaked a peek from behind a Rolling Stone magazine with Jackson Browne on the cover.
Finally, he came up to the register with several copies of In Today's Room. I charged him a dollar apiece. As he gave me the money, he said, "Hey, are you that Susan?" and gestured towards the pile of zines. I nodded.
He smiled. "Would you do me a favor? Could you autograph all of these for me?"
"Really????!!!!!" (Be cool, girl.) "I mean, sure, of course, but only on one condition: When you write a book, you'll autograph a copy for me."
"No problem."
I felt like I could talk to this guy all day. Damn, he had to be the quintessential example of the word charisma! "What's your name?"
"Barack. Barack Obama."
10 comments:
Is this seriously an actual dream?!? This is the coolest dream I have ever heard of!
awesomeness!
Ambearo and Care,
I definitely did not want to wake up...I resisted reality as long as I could, but it finally seeped back into me: You never lived in Denver. You never worked at a comic book store. You can't draw....ouch.
I ~never~ have dreams this good. Never ever ever.
That is soooo cool! I used to love Mile High Comics. My brother in law practically lived there as well as my son. I wish I had dreams like that!!
So cool!
LOVE that dream!
I wish I had kickass dreams like this! Oh Bybee, I will never be as cool as you.
Awesome dream!
Wow. I never have dreams like that either. You wouldn't have been contemplating reading comics/Rhinoa's Manga challenge, would you? Black people in dreams - sorry, this is not racist, it has to do with shadow material of the soul! the unknown that is dark to us - so you are becoming aware of something about reading and writing - maybe the creativity of spirit? a new hope about what you can let yourself read/do? freedom from something...anyway, enough of that, it's just such a cool dream, I am in awe. I still get houses with crazy floors, and moving furniture that doesn't suit where it's going. Someday I'd like to dream I'm in a house I love!! ooh, that doesn't sound so good, if the house is supposed to represent the body!!! anyway, any dream with Barack *sigh* no wonder you didn't want to wake up!
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