You many have noticed a lot of small changes around the site over the past week. There will likely be more of these, as I rearrange content, update galleries, and get things ready for the new comic I’m starting work on. Through the end of the month, there will be daily comic updates with Itinerarium Mentis in Deum, the comic that used to be in a gallery over on the extras page. When that finishes, I intend to launch a 10-15 page full color comic, updating once a week.
This past week has been pretty crazy, and pretty stressful, and while everything is on track now and we’re moving forward in positive ways, the stress had been doing funny things to my dreams.
The other night I was on the run from a bunch of zombies who needed me to fill some role in their evil prophecy, and the friends who were in the car with me all eventually got turned into zombies, and I was running and hiding. The only way you could kill zombies was through hand to hand combat–you had to get your hands around the zombie’s neck, and squeeze until the head popped off . That method meant that the risk of getting bitten was pretty high, and on top of that, zombies respawned and humans didn’t.
Finally, I stopped running and trying to hide, and tracked them down at this bookstore that they’d turned into their base. I was very sneaky, climbing on top of shelves and things, trying to figure out why they wanted me alive and what their evil plans were. Unfortunately, some of the stronger zombies had developed powers from the X-Men, so I had to fight again. I was still very much alive and fighting when the dream ended.
It’s funny, but I have very few nightmares any more. Whatever happens in the dream world, no matter how many of my friends get turned into evil undead minions or carried off by the nameless monster in the dark, I can handle it. I run for awhile, but then I show back up with a flame thrower, or a giant sword, or whatever I need, and I fight the villains.
I don’t know how much meaning we can assign dreams, but I like to think it’s a byproduct of an increase in my self confidence. Whatever the problem is, it can be faced. There’s a hoard of zombies waiting outside the building, but that’s ok, I’ve got a sword, and I can take them.