Sure, I still want to create a comic about aliens coming to live on Earth and other things; but, the one I've been thinking about is actually about an idea that there really is a type of "holding" area between Heaven and Hell for when you die and the "powers that be" can't decide which one you should be placed in.
It was a dream I had a couple of months (or year) ago, and have bein thinking a lot about it.
I had died while driving a friend home in a "car wreck." I was trying to swerve out of the way of this car that came tumbling down a "hill" highway, and I got out of the way and managed to walk out of the car with my friend, unharmed.
As we get out of the car, my friend is yelling at me cause of my driving, and while she's doing this, I grab my head and everything's becoming dizzy and black. I fell to the ground and can hear the ambulance come and see some of the flashes....then white.
I appeared in this white room, which had "floors" but weren't really there, and had these yellow-ish, orange rings on the sides of the "walls"; this place felt more egg-shaped than anything.
These "people" were in front of me on pedestal's and talking to one another, until the higher one said to me along the line's of "we having difficulty placing you in the right area. There seems to be something about you, that's 'different.'" As I turn around, I see in the reflection of the floor, that same masked man I always see (whom I believe is my guardian) just smile at me as usual, with his "friends" next to him.
Then everything goes white again.....
I'm now in this place that looks exactly like Earth, same buildings, same people.
As I start to wake up, I hear voices all around me speaking in different languages, but they're all communicating with each other. I get up and these people are now speaking English, and a young man in his mid 20's is showing me around the place.
He shows me the school that I will attend to, come to find out the only reason why they go to school is just to be social and from going mad with being in this place for so long; and he showed me where I will be staying. It's a small cabin-hotel place, and as he's showing my apartment, we walk through the dining/cafe area where all the other tennants are and they're all staring at me. I get up into my new quarters and he says before leaving, "if there's anything I do or get for you, just call me." I thanked him, then closed and locked the door, looked at my new home, curled up on the bed and started crying and shivering like a mad woman. I stayed in there for three days straight, until finally coming out and getting something to eat.
I socialized with my tennants and they all seem to like me.
As far as the comic idea goes, it will involve those things, but let's put some more imagination in there and pizzaz it up.