Another dream post, damn it

Ok, so this dream was about my dad and my brother com­ing to Boston to visit me. It was sum­mer, and Boston was look­ing extra brown­stoney and like a Hol­ly­wood movie lot, with façades and arti­fi­cial sun­light and per­fect trees.

I went into a newly expanded New­bury Comics, which had flooded over into their base­ment and even had to bor­row some room from the pub­lic library. At first I was look­ing for Trans Am albums, before I got dis­tracted with not­ing pretty cov­ers on books in the library. One in par­tic­u­lar had this great ’60s illus­tra­tion of a seated man in grey and gold. I wish I could remem­ber the author’s name. I did write it down.

The whole time my mom was chas­ing me around being pissed off at me about some­thing. I was insist­ing on some minor philo­soph­i­cal point, and she took it as per­son­ally insult­ing that I con­tin­ued to believe what­ever the thing was.

As dusk set­tled in, I stepped out onto the street and had to skate­board home, down New­bury Street and back to my old place in Ken­more. I have a lot of skate­board­ing dreams.