I wonder if any of you guys had any. Once, when I was a kid, I dreamt that I made a deal with the Devil: I sold him my soul in exchange for every Marvel comic book ever written.
Nothing unusual on my end-- the occasional acquisitive dream. . . wandering through a vaguely familiar shop or used book store type of place, and discovering an almost impossibly valuable trove of old Marvels. Usually this became an anxiety-based dream, where I'd try to purchase as many as possible without letting on how valuable they really were, and would keep dropping them, or the transaction would keep getting delayed or side-tracked. And honestly, if something like that presented itself in real life today (and the shop owner was nice), I would probably struggle with taking that kind of advantage of their lack of guile. It's the ol' "What would Peter Parker do?" mantra.
The vivid recurring dreams in my childhood tended to be based on Saturday morning cartoons. Underdog, Jonny Quest, Banana Splits, and the Herculoids in particular.
As a younger adult, HBWife and I were big parrot hobbyists (we bred African Greys for a few years, even), and that whole scene provided a WIDE variety of types of recurring dreams-! Not infrequently they were of an Awake With A Start/"Thank God It Was Only A Dream!" nature--- hoo-boy. (Still get those sometimes--)
Post by Marvel Boy on Oct 18, 2015 10:00:53 GMT -5
The only comic-related dream that I recall is this:
My family and I are traveling to a college for me to enroll. We are riding in a Mystery-Machine type van when we pull off at a rest stop area to eat lunch. While eating, someone hears a plane flying overhead. I look up and see an anime mecha fleet flying over. Huge battle cruiser with an accompaniment of mecha jet fighters. Then suddenly for an instant, I'm one of the pilots, flying my mecha in patrol around the cruiser, listening to the comm chatter and seeing the wide beautiful blue skies all around me.
Then, just as suddenly, I'm back on the ground and we're back on the road. We get to the college, only to discover that part of the college has been destroyed by a rampaging Hulk. I approach a scorched, burnt-out building, finding it to be the remnants of the school's library. I then find out that the reason the Hulk attacked the school was that they had a mint copy of Hulk #211, which the Hulk didn't want anyone to read. Picking through the rubble, I pick up what appears to be a burnt, tattered copy of a Hulk comic....and then I wake up.
No, even to this day, I've never read nor seen a copy of Hulk #211.