Family Can Be Either Divisive Or Overly Inclusive.

Date: 8/24/2019

There was this huge being, long like a snake, but kinda invisible incoporeal. It's was comprised of several different people, me, and various others. I was working in a store with part of us, a man who ran it. One of us, a little shadow girl, said she was leaving and taking a considerable slice of the business/clientele/profit if he didn't buy this one shirt at twice the price. He frantically got the sale rang up while a customer was there also getting his purchase rung. He finished and then asked the customer if he was going across the quad and if he could take the receipt to her, our extortionist. Then he changed his mind and had me take it. I went out across the quad but something happened, there was a bomb on the subway. It exploded and there was lots of fear. One of our number, a shadow female, raced to the scene. The little shadow girl used that to incite the crowd. 'Look at what the creature did' The tail end of our body, a little gargoyle cloudy baby, incoporeal, very sweet, was caught out on the end of the train (on top) stuck in the sunlight. He was withering away, crying, as he couldn't get back. The shadow female tried to get to him, mommy, he called frantically, but he was stuck. The last little seperate part of us, his wing which was a separate self too, stepped away from his body leaving him with only one wing. In the sunlight the little wing didn't have a change and faded away. A part of our self was lost thanks to one of us scheming. I literally woke myself up crying for talc, the little gargoyle who died. ~ So my family was huge, incredibly large, slightly incestuous, and all of us wrote comic books and lived out comic books and were comic book characters in real life. People didn't know their comic books were real, and we didn't tell them, in fact we kept it a mad secret. We just wrote them, lived them, reinacted them occasionally, and got married a lot. Me and a part of my immediate family had this huge chase scene trying to defeat some bad somebody in a comic book store at night. It ended up I left a few crucial things there that symbolized me, and we had to go back the next day and fetch them. We went as customers and I commiserated with the store owner over hoodlums and vandals. My girlfriend, wife, not sure how close it was but it felt like she was my second self, always by my side, wanted to go up and pay for something we took or broke. It would be in the guise of buying something. Grandpa was mad enough he asked me to only pay in coins so I took a huge piled of them up in my skirt. She I didn't let go, her blonde ponytail was very iconic and he had seen her last night. She refused to listen, stating she knew how to handle comic book store owners. She was right, we made it out fk there with my messenger bag and all the stuff we left behind. Later me and her are at this huge family convention. So I mentioned it's all very incestuous? Well it turned out our leader/god/father was also married to me. Or I was married to him and his wife. It was odd. Not really a marriage as I was always with the girl but whatever. Anyway this huge convention was full of us comic book writers/enactors/heros ect. So many comic books, so many stories I had never heard of. This convention was a contest. We were to reinacted our favorite comic book, a scene from it, in a race against others who were doing the same. Me and my girl chose a race, ironically. A comic book about these streamline spaceship the size of a pod which raced in space. Very futuristic, very cool. Our father was pleased. But it seemed we had little competition. It was boring as no one seemed to want to race us. In between races I ran around with my girl. She wore some Gothic Lolita costume and it was my favorite. We found a room full of old boxes of comic books wrotrme by babies. Amature comics, the stuff teens in our family write when they begin writing comic books. It wasn't that bad, the stuff, just amusing. As no one seems to want to race seriously we almost pulled out and gave up. It seemed silly to keep trying. Especially when the race was so dangerous, but just as I was about to tell our father a flood of more family's arrived from far away. They were, dressed all in black, and apparently very competitive and good and took the competition seriously. Relieved I went back to my girl. We contemplated switching our performance to our favorite comic book. It was about some clueless vapid girl and a warrior girl who admired Xena (comic books) and reference her on the first line of the comic book. I really liked the story, it was kinda about discovering magic and how to use it, and plotting against family, and falling in love. The clueless vapid character of the girl I would play actually was crucial to her learning her brand of magic, and secretly I think she was intelligent and it was a facade. She found out about magic long before she was told when she came of age and she knew how to use it right away. It was so fun. In the audience of this grand convention I had an app on my phone which todl me which famous comic book writers were there. All were family but there were thousands in the room, and more in the building. This family was very very large. I added nPhilip Coleman to the app to pick him out for me. He wrote the comic book we'd become enthralled in. I didn't know if he was here and considered finding him, like a fan girl would. ~ I'm drawing in my belly button. It's very large, pink inside, and had enough room to write on. On the bottk. Half I am writing why Laura didn't want me. On the top half I am writing why Laura didn't want to be with me. There somehow was a huge distinction. It was somehow about healing, and the belly button aspect is very important.