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."
Is this seriously an actual dream?!? This is the coolest dream I have ever heard of!
ReplyDeleteawesomeness!
ReplyDeleteAmbearo and Care,
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteThat 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!!
ReplyDeleteSo cool!
ReplyDeleteLOVE that dream!
ReplyDeleteI wish I had kickass dreams like this! Oh Bybee, I will never be as cool as you.
ReplyDeleteAwesome dream!
ReplyDeleteWow. 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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