I had a dream I killed Alan Moore, writer of comics like Watchmen,
Swamp Thing, From Hell, and The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen!
Moore had a wide beard, and wore black
pants and a long-sleeved black shirt, and his hair was short.
My parents and I were living in this house... and Alan Moore lived near us,
I think in the woods. I was scared of him. I think he snuck into the house a couple of times...
I tried to shoot at him through the window... I missed every time.
So I killed him the good ol fashioned way... ripping/cutting him into many pieces.
I didn't see it happen. I just saw the newspaper headline about Moore being torn into pieces...
Funny thing was I didn't get into trouble about it.
Later in the dream, I was looking at a wall that had DC message board posts on it about Moore's death.
One called me something like a monster. One was by BatFranta, who stated his grief without trashing me.
And these scenes alternated with scenes with me and my friends at school.
