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Have you ever had a dream that was so real and so vital, that when you wake up it leaves you feeling as though you've lost something incredible?
And then you spend the entire day convinced you've forgotten something important.
Not that I'm saying these things are related. It was a weird dream, anyway. Had some serious narrative going. Cross between an epic fantasy with dragons and giant intelligent arachnids and a murder-mystery spy thriller. With a definite steampunkish flavour. Set up like a videogame.
I kept dreaming it through to different endings. The same people, but different endings. Once it ended in a small room at the bottom of several flights of stairs. An office, with oak filing cabinets and a table in the centre with a man strapped to it whom I - we: this was sort of like the Fellowship of the Ring except with dragons and talking giant green spiders with pointy metallic legs - were supposed to rescue, except we couldn't, because there was an Awful Truth that had to be kept hidden, and he was part of it. And that was victory. And once it ended in an amphitheatre and a ballroom, with a great showtrial of the heroes which ended in vindication for our heroes and the condemnation of the villain, the consummation of a great and almost tragic romance and the knowledge that somewhere, in ways I was supposed to have stopped, innocent people were dying. And that was defeat. It ended half a dozen other ways: in wastelands, in catacombs - once, the talking green spider on the team turned carnivorous and ate everyone but me, which was, well. Ugly. There were betrayals and double-and-triple-crosses and unexpected enemies who turned out to have honour and empathy (see aforementioned green spiders, apart from when they were really hungry) and everything was in technicolour with surround sound and sensory input.
There's a bunch of stuff I wish I could remember more clearly, because hell, this thing had better logic than some novels. Certainly better worldbuilding. Brain, I am impressed. Mad scientists and bad politicians and fiercely rival nation-corporations and a rag-tag band of antiheroes complete with tragic (and amusing) backstories? Why do you not give me this when I'm awake?
Haven't had a narrative dream in this much detail in months and months. They're so much fun. Much more fun than the last six weeks, where every dream that I can remember involved being chased and/or eaten by homicidal insects or arachnoids.
And then you spend the entire day convinced you've forgotten something important.
Not that I'm saying these things are related. It was a weird dream, anyway. Had some serious narrative going. Cross between an epic fantasy with dragons and giant intelligent arachnids and a murder-mystery spy thriller. With a definite steampunkish flavour. Set up like a videogame.
I kept dreaming it through to different endings. The same people, but different endings. Once it ended in a small room at the bottom of several flights of stairs. An office, with oak filing cabinets and a table in the centre with a man strapped to it whom I - we: this was sort of like the Fellowship of the Ring except with dragons and talking giant green spiders with pointy metallic legs - were supposed to rescue, except we couldn't, because there was an Awful Truth that had to be kept hidden, and he was part of it. And that was victory. And once it ended in an amphitheatre and a ballroom, with a great showtrial of the heroes which ended in vindication for our heroes and the condemnation of the villain, the consummation of a great and almost tragic romance and the knowledge that somewhere, in ways I was supposed to have stopped, innocent people were dying. And that was defeat. It ended half a dozen other ways: in wastelands, in catacombs - once, the talking green spider on the team turned carnivorous and ate everyone but me, which was, well. Ugly. There were betrayals and double-and-triple-crosses and unexpected enemies who turned out to have honour and empathy (see aforementioned green spiders, apart from when they were really hungry) and everything was in technicolour with surround sound and sensory input.
There's a bunch of stuff I wish I could remember more clearly, because hell, this thing had better logic than some novels. Certainly better worldbuilding. Brain, I am impressed. Mad scientists and bad politicians and fiercely rival nation-corporations and a rag-tag band of antiheroes complete with tragic (and amusing) backstories? Why do you not give me this when I'm awake?
Haven't had a narrative dream in this much detail in months and months. They're so much fun. Much more fun than the last six weeks, where every dream that I can remember involved being chased and/or eaten by homicidal insects or arachnoids.
