Dream of: 02 February 2010 (2) "Swamp Thing"

I was riding a bicycle in Portsmouth, Ohio, near the railroad track close to the old Williams shoe factory, when I suddenly felt as if I would like to go to a Goodwill store, someplace I hadn't visited in a long time. I turned my bicycle around and headed toward a nearby Goodwill store. I reached the store, got off my bicycle and walked inside. As I walked around, I soon came to a room where a new bunch of comic books had just been set out. I thought coming across the comics was interesting because Goodwill usually didn't have comics. I walked into another room and found all the walls covered with shelves of comic books. At the same time, I realized I had carried a bundle of comics into the store with me. All my comics were copies of the same issue of Avengers with the same white cover. My bundle (with perhaps 50 comics) was tied together with strings in three different groups. I carried the bundle by holding onto the strings. When I saw other bundles of comics exactly like mine in the room, I realized I might have a problem when I was ready to leave because someone might think I was stealing the comics I was carrying. I shouldn't have carried the comics in with me.

I set down my bundle and began looking at other comics, some of which seemed rather old. I began thinking I would like to have at least one issue of every superhero. As I looked over the stacks of comics, it looked as if there were many superheroes of which I knew nothing. I thought I needed to familiarize myself with those I didn't know.

On one shelf were some old pamphlets (about 10 x 10 centimeters) which contained info about either a superhero or an ordinary person (I wasn't sure which). Leafing through the stack of pamphlets, I realized the earlier pamphlets were in black and white while the later ones were in color.

I reached up to the top shelf and pulled down a book which turned out to be about crossword puzzles. The book was about 30 centimes long and about 10 centimeters wide. I thought I would like to buy the book, which was priced at $3. I thought I could put it on a coffee table and look at it from time to time. I might even be able to leave it at my mother's. I laid the book on a shelf in front of me and began looking at something else. When a man walked up and picked up something right in front of me, I thought he had picked up my book, and I told him I was planning to buy the book. But then I realized he hadn't picked up my book, but something else. I told him I was sorry, and he walked away. When I looked again for my book, however, I didn't see it. Finally, however, I found it.

I again pulled a big thick book off the top shelf and looked at it. In comic book form, it was a history of magazines. On the cover was a bunch of scribbling which I needed to look at for a while before I realized they were a picture of Alfred E. Newman (trademark of Mad magazine).

Other people were in the room. One woman sitting on a couch asked me about the name of a book. I looked at her and asked, "What's your name?"

She didn't answer. I couldn't tell whether she was a teenager or a mature woman. I thought I might have a conversation with her, but she only stayed for a minute, then left.

I walked over to another shelf which contained magazines. Looking at them, I realized they were girlie magazines. A man standing next to me picked up one and a center fold-out came out. I didn't look at it - I wasn't interested in those magazines.

Below the magazines were some more comic books which looked as if they might be adult comics. Lying on the floor was one comic entitled "Swamp Thing." I thought I might be more interested in these comics than in regular comics.

When I finally walked to the counter to check out, I had already left one box of comics at the counter earlier, so I walked past the line of waiting people and stepped straight up to the counter. The woman at the counter was already calculating what I had. I told her I had a couple books at $3 apiece. I also had 80-100 comics. I had counted them once, but had already forgotten how many. The comics were only about five cents apiece. The woman calculated the books, then looked at the comics. I told her there were 80 comics. She accepted what I said and began ringing them up.

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