Horrific comic strip dream
Oct. 9th, 2005 11:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zdashamberI popped awake this morning around 4:30 at the end of a horrific dream about April from "For Better or Worse." (Which I don't even know where it came from; I mean, I've barely even read the paper for weeks, and when I do, I only read For Better or Worse because it's there... I'm not even certain the youngest one is called April.)
Anyway, previously in the week, there had been instances of April collapsing; she'd gone to a doctor perhaps Saturday, and her main worry was being able to fulfill her duty at the local camp, and the doctor was all I wash my hands of that foolishness...
So Sunday's comic was her at the pool, a couple panels with her showing up and talking to some blonde girl who worked there and was annoyed at a cleanup she'd have to do, then with the little boys on the swim team, and she was explaining how they'd have to do an Individual Medley, any questions? and in the cute punchline bit there was a little kid asking her in a whisper about why he should do it since he was worse than all the others... But that was only the first two rows of the three-row Sunday comic.
The last row was three panels long; the blond girl paddling an inflatable raft out to clean something from the center of the pool, then the wake of the boat and something dark visible under the water, and then the third panel, with the wake gone so it was clear that April was passed out, mouth open, at the bottom of the pool.
And then I woke up. Vaguely awake, I was thinking about how that came from left field, and then I was thinking that that's the way that artist works: true to life, and in life, sometimes brain problems take the young with no warning. And I tried to console myself that surely she wouldn't just off a character like that, and probably someone would find April in time, and she'd just be braindead... It was one of those dreams where you're loathe to check reality in case the dream was right.
Highly unsettling dream.
Anyway, previously in the week, there had been instances of April collapsing; she'd gone to a doctor perhaps Saturday, and her main worry was being able to fulfill her duty at the local camp, and the doctor was all I wash my hands of that foolishness...
So Sunday's comic was her at the pool, a couple panels with her showing up and talking to some blonde girl who worked there and was annoyed at a cleanup she'd have to do, then with the little boys on the swim team, and she was explaining how they'd have to do an Individual Medley, any questions? and in the cute punchline bit there was a little kid asking her in a whisper about why he should do it since he was worse than all the others... But that was only the first two rows of the three-row Sunday comic.
The last row was three panels long; the blond girl paddling an inflatable raft out to clean something from the center of the pool, then the wake of the boat and something dark visible under the water, and then the third panel, with the wake gone so it was clear that April was passed out, mouth open, at the bottom of the pool.
And then I woke up. Vaguely awake, I was thinking about how that came from left field, and then I was thinking that that's the way that artist works: true to life, and in life, sometimes brain problems take the young with no warning. And I tried to console myself that surely she wouldn't just off a character like that, and probably someone would find April in time, and she'd just be braindead... It was one of those dreams where you're loathe to check reality in case the dream was right.
Highly unsettling dream.