In Dreams (Slight Return)
I don’t dream much (or, if you prefer, I don’t remember my dreams much – same difference, pedants), but I used to have a recurring dream where I’d discover a new comic shop with a huge back issue section full of exciting comic books I’d always wanted. This shop was variously either somewhere in Sydenham or somewhere in central London and, needless to say, didn’t actually exist. I think we all know what that dream’s about.
The other night, for the first time in a long time, I once again dreamed about finding a new, non-existent comic shop. But in a novel twist, in this dream, the shop was crap. Badly stocked, small and uninteresting.
Even my dreams mock and disappoint me these days.
