I dreamt in comic book panels last night. Seriously.
SPOILERS! (Click to view)It was a comic book presumabley drawn for my friend Olga about her life. Except the lead characters name was Trudy, and was a blonde as an adult. The art was very pulp-ish and classic. The first panel is a little, curly haired girl of about 4 or 5 staring up at a tree. The second panel pulls back a little with the girl still looking up. The third panel pulls back even further to reveal two or three squirrels around her. Fourth panel, further back, more squirrels. At the fifth panel, it has her walking away, followed by dozens and dozens of squirrels. Trudy is a brilliant girl, but very strange. So strange that everyone thinks she's a bit....off, a little mentally stunted. She believes this, since it's what she's been told her whole life. She leads the army of squirrels to her pregnant mother, and asks her if her soon-to-be baby brother will be normal. Her mother smiles and says yes, and Trudy is estatic. She can't wait for her brother to be born. Then it cuts to two of three years later. Trudy and her brother share a room in a small house. I can't remember his name. He's very mean to her, always making fun of her for being "retarded" and bragging about being "the normal one, the one people like." It doesn't make Trudy angry, it just makes her very, very sad. It cuts then to a grown Trudy, now with blonde hair, a beautiful young woman. She's moving on to bigger and better thingg and places. Her brother, now about 20 or 21, looks haggard, staring into a mirror. He's a dark, depressed, solipsistic fellow who's gotten heavily into drugs, alcohol, sex...Trudy implores him to get his act together and clean up. He scoffs and asks why the fuck he should, everything will be over soon anyway, we're all going to die eventually, etc etc. That's pretty much all I remember.
I have a headache from the show last night.
I kind of figure that traffic is really the tao of los angeles. It's the ebb and flow, the way. We're all a part of it. No one can explain it to you if you don't understand it. Hell, it doesn't care if you don't understand it, it will just be anyway.
I don't have my laptop at work today, and it makes me nervous.
That's kind of how I see myself.
right?
[Edited on May 11, 2006 8:31AM]