Stumptown + Dreams
By cab, by bus, by train — we ventured to Portland and back again. The Stumptown Comics Fest was aces, Steve (LJ) got a sweet new gig (lips sealed), we got a tour of Dark Horse, scoped the new Oni Press HQ, saw many comrades and enjoyed the hospitality of the family Jones. Steve talks about it more here. He also bought me an awesome tee by Joshua Ellingson featuring an android.
Lately I want to become a boxer. Or a folk singer. Or! Just bust mad flows. I had a dream a few weeks ago where I was spitting the rawest verses, exhaling the most profound truths. But that was just a dream. While shifting into the waking world I thought I should write it all down, but by the time I had fully arrived it was lost.
I’ve been dreaming a lot lately, it’s picked up in the past few months after a dry-spell. I think my spirit is waking up after a multi-year-coma. I still can’t get lucid though. My head keeps giving me the trigger, where I attempt to read something in dreamland (which is impossible) but every time I’m unable I accept it as my own failure. That probably means I’m still loaded with self-doubt, or something.
I figure it’ll pass.
Mostly, I think I want to learn how to play the guitar.
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