the rabbits of the night

i've made a concious effort here not to post about any dreams i have... and it's not about not wanting to be pretentious...i've got absolutely no problem with that. it's more to do with the fact that my dreams tend to be either remarkably mundane (people messing with my computer at work) or really horrible (mm...yeah, let's not get into it). but last night i had a really bizarre and disturbing dream, and it just seems like something i want to write about. so.....i was in a bookstore, browsing through the "calvin and hobbes" books, when i noticed there were a bunch of them that i had not read, or even heard of (and i've read all the books cover to cover, many, many times). upon closer inspection, i saw that they weren't even written by bill watterson, which is fucked up, no? there was this haggard old woman sitting in a chair by the shelf, so i asked her if she knew anything about it. she was shocked to learn that i "hadn't heard". she claimed to be a relative of watterson's, and she told me that he had committed a terrible crime. apparently he had brutally murdered his son, whose name was calvin (in my dream, the strip was based on his son.... in reality, i'm not quite sure the man has a son). this was 10 years or so prior to my dream. at this point, the bookstore became more of a library, and i began doing some research on the killing. the whole thing was extremely gruesome, but had somehow been swept under the rug by the media so that they could continue to publish "calvin and hobbes". the dream logic stops short of explaining how people didn't notice that their favorite comic was being written by someone new. so, weird dream, huh? bill watterson killed calvin. which, in effect, he did. so i guess it's just probably latent disappointment over the end of "calvin and hobbes". which is really fucking sad. that i'm dreaming about comic strips, i mean. but also the end of "calvin and hobbes". that was sad too. and so am i.