2 dreams dreamt this St. Paddy's Day.
Before waking up this morning, I dreamt that my wife had a feud with an Albanian gang, and sent me and our kids against them; the gang, whose most frightening by far member was a boy of 14 or 15, beat our oldest and youngest boys horribly (the youngest scarcely had any teeth left in his mouth; the eldest had some kind of brain damage) and was on the verge of murdering me in a lingering and gruesome fashion before I forced myself awake.
During my afternoon nap, I dreamt that Walt Simonson had written me into the tail end of his run on Marvel Comics' Thor as an unnamed, though powerful, cosmic-type character (my avatar was drawn by Sal Buscema, which wasn't exactly a blow to my ego, given the quality of his art on Simonson's Thor) who was written out of continuity by subsequent writers -- a development that was wholly realistic to me, given the way my life has gone.
Three guesses which dream I preferred, particularly if they're harbingers of things to come.
Maybe I should dial back on genre works, though. Particularly before falling asleep.
During my afternoon nap, I dreamt that Walt Simonson had written me into the tail end of his run on Marvel Comics' Thor as an unnamed, though powerful, cosmic-type character (my avatar was drawn by Sal Buscema, which wasn't exactly a blow to my ego, given the quality of his art on Simonson's Thor) who was written out of continuity by subsequent writers -- a development that was wholly realistic to me, given the way my life has gone.
Three guesses which dream I preferred, particularly if they're harbingers of things to come.
Maybe I should dial back on genre works, though. Particularly before falling asleep.