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.