Friday, May 1, 2009


I had a dream about my favorite comic book character. Been a while, actually.

So Johnny (that's his name) was doing his thing and being Johnny. Killing people and such. When suddenly he's in a therapist's office and doesn't know how or when he got there. The therapist is scolding him. "Johnny, you've only been here once a month for the past three months. If we're going to help you, you have to come to your sessions."

Then it cuts to him being outside again, killing people and such. Black out. He wakes and thinks to himself, "Wow, I feel good. Refreshed. Like I just woke up-- Shit! I slept!" He hates sleeping. Suddenly, a medical crew come and strap him in a straight jacket and take him to a clinic. There, he is treated and "recovers" and gets better!

I go to his therapist and I'm asking her about Johnny. I think I'm interviewing her. "What happened to him?" I ask.

"Well after he recovered he went out to help another patient who was in a coma. (I'm guessing he was helping to make her recover and wake again.) When she did wake, she rejected him and he never forgave himself after that."

Then it cuts to the scene where Johnny is holding the young woman. She wakes up and says she doesn't want to be with him. He's hurt and asks her why. She rejects him again and he kills her, going back to his old ways and killing people again.

1 comment:

  1. That's one heck of a dream...