I can dream, can’t I?

One of the best gifts I got this last Christmas was super random, totally unexpected, and from a good buddy of mine. It is a dream journal my buddy kept for the last few years.
Let me just say- these dreams are wild, and completely foreign from my dreams. My dreams tend to fall into one of two categories: bizarre and funny, or very obviously my brain working out some sort of insecurities. But these dreams, every one reads like the script of an action movie where my buddy is the hero. They’re amazing. He gave it to me because I said I’d like to try and make a comic out of some of them, so you dear reader have that to look forward too!


There are many things I would like to get better at. Tennis, cooking, cycling, basic human interaction, music, being a handyman, drawing hands, the list goes on and on! But life is short, so it’s important to prioritize and invest time where it’ll have the most positive impact, right? And so, this comic.

It’s good to have honest friends.

Dr Jones, Dr Jones, wake up now!


Coffee-dog is a GREAT alarm clock!  She stands right beside my head, shakes like crazy which causes her collar tags to jingle together louder then a bell, and then she licks my ears until I wake up.  She even licks my hair!  Which is GREAT, because it forces me to have a shower, even though I wasn’t going to have one until a little later.  AND, because i’m a caffeine addict, all of the jingling goes a LONG ways to giving me a headache first thing in the morning, which is awesome.  Anyways.

Have a great thursday!

I dreamed a dream in time gone by when hope was high and life worth living

2014-3-13incase you didn’t know, the title of this post is from “les mis”, one of my favourite songs in the whole musical that is depressing as anything!  it’s a very sad part.  I’m not personally sad, i just thought the title fit well with the comic.
I remember when I was about 19, me and my friends Andrew Kruger and Kurt Pearson were going to “Disney church” in Edmonton.  We called it Disney church because everything was shiny and intentional, produced for mass-market appeal to young adults, and the place was basically a meat-market of a thousand plus single attractive Albertans looking for their other half.  BUT!  it was a good time, the preacher was really more like a comedian, the band was amazing, who doesn’t want to hang out with a thousand attractive people, etc.  I remember very distinctly that every week, the theme of the whole service always boiled down to “If you believe, you will achieve your dreams.” and one weekend in particular, Kurt afterwards said “you know that’s crap, right?” and it was the first time in my life someone had told me that dreams can be unrealistic and unachievable.  In school, in the media, even at church, i had been spoon-fed this idea that “I can do anything!”.  Maybe it’s because my parent’s generation wasn’t allowed to dream, but it’s almost like my generation wasn’t allowed to be realistic (an exaggeration, but… is it?)

I could dedicate my life to being an Olympic level gymnast, but it is very unlikely that I personally will ever raise to that level.  There are aspirations within my grasp…  I wonder if those are the ones I am grasping after?

Not to be de-motivational or anything, i just think its better to be motivated to pursue things that are attainable and not some fluffy pipe-dream.  TIME TO RE-EVALUATE MY DREAMS!


dreams are weird

Last night, my dreams were bizzare.  Yesterday was my day off, and i must of watched 5 hours of world war two documentaries, I read a little, played some video games, read some novels, read some comics, and drew a WHOLE bunch.  Anyways, I guess that means I had a lot of half-finished thoughts, because you better believe my brain was trying to mend together some of the weirdest trains of thought i’ve ever witnessed.  I’m not sure if that is the widely accepted idea of what dreams are (your brain collecting half finished thoughts and then finishing them so it can rest), but it seems to make a lot of sense to me.  Anyways, the most bizarre dream I’ve ever had.  Oh, and I thought I was awake the entire time.
Good news on the van front!  All that trouble stopping and all that was a few broken bolts on the brakes.  So now I have a van that works again, for hardly any money!  Well, compared to what I thought it was gonna cost, anyways.