Giants.
There’s a Sandman one shot comic that I always enjoy returning to when I feel like shit. And usually if I’m writing on tumblr, I feel like shit.
That one shot was called “The Dream of a Thousand Cats”. It is one of those off shoot issues that when taken alone, doesn’t really mean much. However, if you read it as you finish the entirety of the Sandman Saga, it feels…right.
Here’s a link: http://thehoosh.tumblr.com/post/783668820/sandman-a-dream-of-a-thousand-cats
This is a good read for anyone, really. But for me, I keep going back to it because this short, short story reminds me of how much dreams affect your reality. You can have shit happen to you, but you always need to keep dreaming. It has been one of those weeks where the smallest things have just made me feel so insignificantly small, and that I’ve forgotten how much of a giant I really am. I’ve forgotten how I used to matter, and how I fucking amazing I used to be. But fact of the matter is, even if I continue to tower over most of my friends and family, I feel as small as a kitten, as fearful as a newborn kitten in the world that has to wonder around in it practically blind and without much to go on.
But until the dream comes back to me, I’m not gonna be a giant. I’m nowhere close to that anymore. So for now, I will sleep. And attempt to dream again.
And please read Sandman. It is an amazing series.Neil Gaiman is the bomb.
