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Hello Everybody!

I always remember my dreams, and my favorites are ones with Tintin in them. I was wondering if anybody else has had some Tintin dreams! I think that my favorite Tintin dream so far has been one where everything was in the Ligne Claire style as done by Hergé and I was fighting pirates with Tintin. It was awesome. I also had another great one where I was chasing Colonel Sponsz.

What are some Tintin dreams you've had?

Howdy!

My Tintin dreams always revolve around discovering books I've never seen. So I'll dream I'm in a bookshop and they have a series of books with passages I've never seen before. And usually in the dream I'm desperate to buy a copy!

Even quite recently I had a dream I was in a shop that had an alternate version of Crab, or it might have been another one with desert sequences.

It's very likely wishful thinking! :-)

Although I have been a Tintin fan for close on 64 years, I have never dreamed about him. Unfortunately.

Maybe one day.

I've had that same recurring dream as you since childhood, no doubt prompted by the fact that back in the 1970s and 80s not all of the Tintin books had been translated, so that on our occasional visits to the nearest big bookshop there was always the tantalising possibility that one of the remaining titles – that I'd either only seen (but never bought) in French, or which I'd gleaned the existence of from the endpaper portraits – might finally be available in English.

I've had the dream less and less often in more recent years, since knowing that I've read all the Tintin books that Hergé wrote and drew, as well as much of his additional output. But very occasionally, I still get variations of the dream. Wishful thinking of my childhood/teenage mind, I guess!

I don't think I've ever had dreams where I was in a Tintin adventure myself, though, so it's interesting to read that that's the form your Tintin dreams take, Piotr Skut.

I did have a dream once where I read the non-existent twenty-fifth album. It was about the kidnapping of Bianca Castafiore... I also had one where I read an original version of Land of Black Gold, which I've never actually read before. I've never been in a bookshop in my dreams though.

I've been thinking a lot lately about a dream I had a few months ago, one of those rare, vivid experiences that stays with you long after you wake up. It came at a very specific time in my life, right as I was diving back into the world of Hergé and rejoining the incredible Tintinologist.org forum. I used to be active here like 15-16 years ago as I remember (not sure the time), but after losing access to my old account, returning felt like coming home after a long journey.

​In the dream, I was walking along a village road here in Sri Lanka, but it was a path I had never seen before. The air had the crisp, quiet magic of the early morning. I was surrounded by a thick, lush forest, and the sky wasn't bright yet, but the sun was fighting its way through the canopy. I watched as golden rays pierced through the leaves, casting dancing shadows across the ground.
​What struck me most was the road itself. It wasn't the usual asphalt; it was meticulously laid with fitted pebbles and bricks, winding upwards like a mountain pass. As I explored this new territory, I passed a few villagers, but the forest remained serene and calm.

​Then, I saw it.

​Tucked away in that greenery was a newly opened store. As I got closer, my heart nearly stopped. It was a bookstore, but not just any bookstore, the shelves were overflowing with Tintin books, rare comics, and a collection of merchandise I've only ever seen on a computer screen.

​For a collector in Sri Lanka, you know how rare this is. We don't have comic book stores like this. We don't have places where you can simply walk in and find a Snowy figurine or a scale model of the Red Sea Shark's submarine. I've spent so much time tracking down international orders and waiting for shipping, and suddenly, here it was right in front of me.

​The store was so cozy, so perfectly arranged, exactly like the famous Tintin boutiques in Europe. I stepped inside and was met by a lady who welcomed me with a polite, warm smile. She was already helping a couple of other customers, but I just stood there, paralyzed. I felt like I had stepped into heaven.

​I was so overwhelmed that I actually felt the tears welling up. It was pure, unfiltered joy. I walked through the aisles, my eyes darting from the classic hardback adventures to the rows of figurines. I remember thinking to myself, "I'll start with the figurines today, and I'll come back for the rest when I have more money." I was completely mesmerized.

​I don't remember how the dream ended. The memory just fades out while I was still inside those walls, surrounded by the characters I love. When I woke up and realized it was just a dream, the disappointment was sharp, but it felt like a sign. After almost 15 years away from the forum and a renewed search for the books, my mind finally gave me the "Tintin Shop" I've always wanted right here in my own country.

​Until that shop exists for real, I'll keep searching for that brick-paved road in my sleep.