Dream of:10 November 1982 (4) "Fantastic Four #1"
I was showing someone some pictures which had been taken of me. I had several sets of pictures, with four pictures in each set. As I looked at one set, I noticed the first two pictures appeared to show me doing something wrong to someone. But when I looked at the other two pictures, the pictures clearly showed that I had actually been helping someone. One picture seemed to show me sticking a needle in someone's arm. But another picture showed that I was actually giving someone a shot with a hypodermic needle, just as a doctor would.
Another picture showed the silhouette of two sitting children. In the picture, I appeared to be trying to push over the children. But when looked at it from another angle in a different picture, clearly I had been trying to help up the children. I told the person to whom I was showing the pictures that the two children had a disease which was similar to muscular dystrophy. I said the name of the disease was "Russian __________."
As I looked at the pictures of the children, I began thinking I would like to get to know someone with muscular dystrophy. I would like to be friends with such a person, and perhaps see the person once a week. I thought of finding someone in Waco who had muscular dystrophy, writing the person a letter and telling the person I would like to be friends. I remembered that when my brother Chris had had muscular dystrophy, he hadn't had many friends. He would have liked to have received a letter from someone. Perhaps someone around town would feel the same way. I could meet them, talk with them and perhaps take them somewhere. I would really like to do that.
I thought in the letter I would simply say I was a Baylor student, without mentioning that I was in law school, and say that I would like to meet someone who had muscular dystrophy.
I also thought if the person had a pretty sister in the house, I would like to meet her, also.
I put the plan in operation; I met a fellow who had muscular dystrophy. I invited him to my home. When he arrived he didn't appear to have muscular dystrophy, but seemed strong and robust. He was about my age. He carried in a large box and set it on the table; it was full of comic books.
Apparently I had told him I collected comic books. He had had some for a while and apparently was going to sell them to me for a low price of about a dime apiece.
I began going through the comics; the ones on top were in very good condition. I saw the original price on one of the was ten cents. Generally they seemed to be DC comics, with some Marvel comics mixed in. I saw one Jimmy Olson comic. I thought the comics were probably valuable. I figured I could buy them for a piddling price and resell them at a profit. But then I thought, "Well, he's my friend. I don't need to take advantage of him like that."
I said to him, "Look, these comic books, I can't buy them for that. They're really worth a lot more money than what I was going to offer you for them. I'll help you and then we can sell them to somebody. I've got some books we can look at and get a good price out of them."
I added kiddingly, "Of course I'll take my commission out of that."
But I wasn't serious about taking a commission. I was simply going to help him.
I pulled out another pile of comics and saw old Marvel comics among them. I could tell they were valuable. I sat them down, looked at the comic on top and said, "Oh, I don't believe it."
I reached for the comic and jerked it up. It was Fantastic Four #1. I couldn't believe my eyes. On the front was a picture of the Silver Surfer, a silver looking man riding a surf board through space. I asked, "Do you know how much this one comic book's worth? It's worth at least $100. I've never seen it in a private collection like this."
I went through the stack and saw Fantastic Four #2, 3 etc. Fantastic Four #2 had the Mole Man in it. I told him it was worth about $50 and the next one about $25. I said, "I don't know, they might be worth a lot more than that. "
I was totally surprised to find these valuable comics. I knew I could have bought them from him for practically nothing, but I wasn't at all sorry I had told him what they were worth.Dream Epics Home Page
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