For some reason, the Eisner Awards are being held on a cruise ship, and I'm in charge of announcing all the winners, wandering from room to room with a microphone, being broadcast to the entire ship. Many of the winners are written down in languages I can't pronounce (including a particularly long title in Greek) and I try to make light of my mangling of the titles; appreciative roars of laughter from the audience indicate that I'm pulling it off and I think to myself, "I'm doing okay, I guess Jackie Estrada will have me back next year again to do this."
Then I'm in the Washington D.C. Capitol building. The legislative session has apparently ended, and a half-dozen senators rush down to the floor, where someone has set up card tables with comic books and little cardboard hand-written name plates, like at the last tiny local comic book convention you attended. Apparently the senators are selling mini-comics, although it's unclear whether this is some sort of fund-raising thing, or whether the senators wrote and drew them themselves. (Also, for some reason I get the idea they're all Democrats.) Curious, I walk up to the closest senator, who happens to be the actor Peter Boyle. (It has slipped my mind that he died about five years ago.) His comic is flipped open to a page of a huge erect penis, which I recognize as having been drawn by Gilbert Hernandez in full-tilt Birdland mode. I think to myself, "I never thought I'd see the day when they were selling pornographic comics on the Senate floor," an insight I wish to share with Tom Spurgeon, who is sitting at his own little table a few yards away. I move toward him, but before I can engage him in conversation, my dog barking in the basement wakes me up.
[For Kim's three previous comics-oriented dreams and more, see our newly-created "Adventures in Slumberland" Flog category. – Ed.]