I dreamt that I was dreaming ( Read more... )

Do you ever feel like your head is being colonized by Hollywood? Last night I had a fever dream which started out like The Big Chill, featured an interior exactly like Harrison Ford's Chicago hideout in The Fugitive, and starred a character from David Milch's failed series John From Cincinnati - which I have never seen!

Some New Kind of Slaughter: Lost in the Flood (and How We Found Home Again): Diluvian Myths from Around The World, from Archaia Studios Press, is now out. Given my connection to a certain diluvian story, creators A. David Lewis & mpMann asked me to write the foreword to the book, which I did. Here it is:For me, it all began with the 2004 Asian ( Read more... )

I was at a huge outdoor arena - possibly the Rose Bowl - for Michael Jackson's public funeral. The stands were packed, and Phoebe and I were way down at the bottom of the stage. They wheeled in the body on a hospital gurney, covered by a thin sheet, and it ended up parked right next to our location. Looking at the corpse laying there under the ( Read more... )

For years I had this recurring dream where I would be walking down the street and come across a huge stash of comics sitting in boxes on the sidewalk. In my dream, I never got to open the boxes and see what was inside, but I envisioned them filled with great old books to complete my collection or at least sell for a tidy sum.

So imagine my disbelief ( Read more... )

It was late on a foggy night, and I was walking west on 42nd Street toward Times Square. Ahead of me, crossing the intersection, I saw a black man with his hair was on fire! Kneeling on the ground in front of him was a white guy, vomiting on the street in shock, fear, and revulsion. I started running toward them, desperately thinking what I could ( Read more... )