Sometimes my dream take place in settings that are clearly reused from other dreams. I had one of those the other night. It took place in the other worldly Target store of my mind. A Target that has a place to showcaseStaw Wars action figures, but no place to buy them. I was wandering around the store, being followed by some shifty folk. They were tailing me in that way where you’re trying to be super casual to the point that it looks really forced. I had a sense that they intended to do me harm, so I found a slingshot, of all things, stuck in a display where I could easily swipe it. Not exactly a deadly weapon, but enough to hold off evil doers in a pinch.
I exited the magical Target and went into the parking lot, which I don’t think I’d ever seen before. It was a mish mash of parking lots I’ve encountered over the course of my life. I recognized bits of actual geography. The naughty spawn followed me out and made their desire to harm me clear. While flinging rocks at them, via a glorified rubber band, I escaped to a cement truck. The driver decided that I looked less sketchy than the bad guys and decided to help me escape. The cement truck was slowly speeding away when I woke up.
Also, I guess you’d have to be blind not to notice, but the first collection of the comic is available. The link is the atrociously designed ad at the top of the page. I don’t know what I’m going to do about ‘artists editions’, or if anyone will even want one. I’ll keep you posted here.