tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163132902011-04-21T20:29:19.704-04:00The Dream Comics of Rick SmithRick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872249875845061608noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313290.post-1125860065957239672005-09-06T14:52:00.000-04:002005-09-06T12:25:16.726-04:00

Click the comic to make it biggerNovember 29, 2003We're at John Porcellino's house asking for forgiveness. His house is nice and cozy - covered in books and oriental carpets in the dead of winter. He has a child or a miniature version of him who mocks us with John for our behavior. There's a book on the floor that looks like the orange '22 Immutable Laws of Branding.' But it has a French author's

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Click the comic to make it biggerJanuary 17, 1997I have grown a rich, dark moustache and beard. Grating, fuzzy tintinnabulations in the ear drum after long sleep.

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Click the comic to make it biggerJanuary 18, 1990I am in an apartment building and descended to the basement. There’s a row of twenty washing machines along one dimly lit wall. They face the stairwell. A woman stands at one of the machines washing clothes. She’s dumpy and her hair hangs in strings to her shoulders. She’s also a bit overweight. Her dress is blue and has a floral pattern on it. It

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Click the comic to make it biggerJanuary 29, 2000Mr. Behu invites Tania and I over upon her insistence; Mr. Behu is fostering a small girl Tania wants to check in on. Tania hangs up the phone and before long we’re pulling up in front of his ancient mansion. The staff welcomes us inside. While we wait for Mr. Behu, we roam around the rooms downstairs. The nervous staff does their best to keep us

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Click the comic to make it biggerFebruary 3, 2004Sage and I are walking down a hallway, flanked by panels running its entire length. We're talking, playing - she's dancing ahead of me. Suddenly a crocodile pops its head out of the wall, pushing out one of the panels. It gnashes its teeth at Sage, who I scoop up, out of harm's way. I can't believe it - this crocodile (which looked plastic) was the

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Click the comic to make it biggerWinter, 1975A squirrel is suffocating me while he makes a nest of twigs, branches and nut coverings. He wraps the pieces around my neck, arms and legs. My legs snap as he twists the pieces together tightly. I make a gurgling sound, which sounds stupid.

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Click the comic to make it biggerFebruary 21, 1998Tania is pregnant and we’ve been conned into going to a church for dinner. We sit with a bunch of older teenagers. Tania and I don’t say much. One kid starts condemning us to hell for being blasphemous in the presence of the Lord Jesus Christ. Tania gets up. ‘I’ll be in the bathroom for a while,’ she says. When she’s gone, the minister for the

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Click the comic to make it biggerMarch 27, 2001There’s a pipe going around a small gathering in park. The pipe is a segmented hydra the size of a hand. There are senev heads on it – each different- all sculpted from clay. When you take a hit from the pipe, trickles of the smoke inch out of the heads, causing them to wriggle. The smoke is sickly yellow in color but the dope is good. Ethan DeSilvey

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Click the comic to make it biggerMarch 11, 2001I'm in the basement. I found it. Her. Hold on." I put the cell phone away and inch toward the sarcophagus. It's a wooden Egyptian number though in place of the hieroglyphics are wood carvings illustrating Barbie Dolls engaged in intercourse with Ken Dolls. I tap on the surface. It's hollow. No sound. I back up and pull out my penlight. And take a

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Click the comic to make it biggerMarch 30, 1997Randall’s driving. I’m a passenger. We’re getting away from the party, quick. On the way out we discovered that everyone at the party developed these nasty lumps and bumps all over their legs. I could see it through the women’s hose. I gasp when I see one pulsing under my pant leg. I whip my pants down. Randall yells at me to put them back on. The

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Click the comic to make it biggerNovember 11, 2003Chris Goldberg and I walk through the parking lot of a bank. It's cramped and there are curbs placed at odd places throughout the asphalt lot. So I have to skip and balance and jump and such to get around them to the bank. There, we watch a puppet show take place.

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Click the comic to make it biggerNovember 28, 2003I have left some old dinosaur toys in the back storage area of a dilapidated Target store. I see that the toys have been roughly scattered about. I gather them together and see that I have uncovered some original Playmobil toys - flowers and trees. Another person is waiting for his kid to exchange his tuba. He had picked up the wrong one after a

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Click the comic to make it biggerDecember 6, 2003I'm in a Nepalese / American fusion restaurant in what feels like Manang, a town along the Annapurna Trekking Path in Nepal. Ralph and Neil are with me - we sit down to a meal with two overworked babysitters. Tania brings Sage into the place and wants to hand her over to the sitters but neither want anything to do with her. The food that we are

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Click the comic to make it biggerDecember 20, 1995I’m in a house that’s under repair. My parents and Carolyn are on vacation in Cape May. There are hundred of hermit crabs underneath the carpets in the living room. Workers pull up the carpet tacks and they stream out into the room. Black girls move their stuff in. ‘I’m living here,’ I tell them. Two guys drag the girls’ refrigerator in to the

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Click the comic to make it bigger December 6, 2003I climb down into the pit. It's covered in shit and there's a ledge where the dirt that is served at the restaurant above is scooped from. I uncover some dirt, turn on a light and then realize that two people were needed if I was ever able to get out of the pit. But I manage to clamber out and then need to turn off the lights which I do with a

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