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beccaelizabeth) wrote2010-03-12 09:38 pm
beccaelizabeth) wrote2010-03-12 09:38 pm
Sometimes, my dreams have awesome FX
A couple of nights now I dreamed superheroes.
There was a spaceship. Not a little bitty X wing or even a Millennium Falcon, but a huuuuuuge great shiny circle of spaceship, such as makes the view of the town beneath it suddenly look small. Compared to this a human would be barely noticeable. It was a thing of beauty. And it was crashing. It looked slow only because it was so huge it took so long to pass overhead, but it was going down hard. It swooped low over town, made it to the foothills beyond, and then it ploughed on in to the dirt, a huge bow wave being thrown up in front of it. It looked like it was going to just bury itself right there... but gradually it slowed, and stopped. It was still mostly up off the ground, not flat or even dug in deep enough to be supported. Just kind of perching there.
Then, from the huge heap of earth in front of it, a single figure rose up. She looked like a clay statue at first, earth slithering off her slowly. She crouched like Atlas, then straightened up, and the spaceship went up with her. This huge object, engines dead, larger than any single earthly structure, and she just picks it up, and places it down flat, gently, in one piece.
Then she shrugs, and the dirt slides off her. She's all red browns and bronze, wearing something like Roman armour but all leather strips, with a rough dress underneath. She looks like Gina Torres, and she looks magnificent. The sun catches on her and she smiles. Then she crouches down and springs into the air, soaring like golden age Superman, a being of immense power.
In the dream she was called Grace, and it had all kinds of religious connotations. But there's a lot of Graces in comics already, so, maybe she needs a different name. Still needs to be something magnificent.
The second character was called Herb, which was sort of awkward. As played by Zoe Saldana, with her hair all pulled back and put up and looking kind of architectural, wearing a lot of browns and a little green, like a forest close to ground level. She had plant powers and a healing talent, tied to her herbs. So the name was perfectly logical. But somehow doesn't conjure the image I had in mind.
Next night I dreamed a world gone patchwork from multiversal incursion. Parts of Metropolis and parts of Gotham had arrived, so we got Lex Luthor and the Joker, but not Superman or Batman. The authorities stared out wondering if the heroes were there, just hidden, so they made a public appeal. One woman in the audience stood up and said we shouldn't need to wait for men in masks to solve our problems; we don't need a Batman, the Joker's just not that special. Which apparently pissed him off. She was found stripped, painted Joker suit colors, and shot through the spine, having probably died slowly, just out of reach of the cradle her baby was lying in, crying. It horrified everyone, but still, no Bats. So a team of detectives decided they'd have to do for themselves. There were the athletic ones to do the running around, and the studious ones to do the desk work, and one who was willing to be the face of it all, the one to stand up in public and call herself a superhero. She said she'd grown up wanting to be Batgirl, and now she had her chance. So this team of women were going to take on the supervillains, who after all weren't super powered, just men with resources who'd stop at nothing. The team reckoned that between them they could match and beat anything.
Then the first night she went out in costume, the hero arrived on a roof to find one of the darker shadows stepping out in front of her. It was one of the old school heroes, a woman once more famous for who she was dating but now working alone. Armoured and dressed in black, she was stealth and strength personified. Stepping out behind her was another woman, who would only be stealthy among blind people - her costume was ice blue and silver, with a snowflake and crystal lattice motif, under a cloak made of emergency blankets. She was known from Before too, again mostly for dating a loudmouth guy who thought he was the hero. Now? They were trapped in this pieced together world, and they weren't impressed with what the boys were doing about it. They were here to welcome the newest recruit, and also to warn her - a lot of the old faces were here, but they weren't working their old priorities. Either they were heroes, mind controlled, or that alt verse with the moral polarity flip had sent over a lot more than the daytime people were at all prepared to deal with. Suddenly someone new was the safest bet. But how could that newbie know who to trust...?
These dreams would be more fun if they didn't involve being the murder victims so much, but the visuals on the heroes? Nice.
There was a spaceship. Not a little bitty X wing or even a Millennium Falcon, but a huuuuuuge great shiny circle of spaceship, such as makes the view of the town beneath it suddenly look small. Compared to this a human would be barely noticeable. It was a thing of beauty. And it was crashing. It looked slow only because it was so huge it took so long to pass overhead, but it was going down hard. It swooped low over town, made it to the foothills beyond, and then it ploughed on in to the dirt, a huge bow wave being thrown up in front of it. It looked like it was going to just bury itself right there... but gradually it slowed, and stopped. It was still mostly up off the ground, not flat or even dug in deep enough to be supported. Just kind of perching there.
Then, from the huge heap of earth in front of it, a single figure rose up. She looked like a clay statue at first, earth slithering off her slowly. She crouched like Atlas, then straightened up, and the spaceship went up with her. This huge object, engines dead, larger than any single earthly structure, and she just picks it up, and places it down flat, gently, in one piece.
Then she shrugs, and the dirt slides off her. She's all red browns and bronze, wearing something like Roman armour but all leather strips, with a rough dress underneath. She looks like Gina Torres, and she looks magnificent. The sun catches on her and she smiles. Then she crouches down and springs into the air, soaring like golden age Superman, a being of immense power.
In the dream she was called Grace, and it had all kinds of religious connotations. But there's a lot of Graces in comics already, so, maybe she needs a different name. Still needs to be something magnificent.
The second character was called Herb, which was sort of awkward. As played by Zoe Saldana, with her hair all pulled back and put up and looking kind of architectural, wearing a lot of browns and a little green, like a forest close to ground level. She had plant powers and a healing talent, tied to her herbs. So the name was perfectly logical. But somehow doesn't conjure the image I had in mind.
Next night I dreamed a world gone patchwork from multiversal incursion. Parts of Metropolis and parts of Gotham had arrived, so we got Lex Luthor and the Joker, but not Superman or Batman. The authorities stared out wondering if the heroes were there, just hidden, so they made a public appeal. One woman in the audience stood up and said we shouldn't need to wait for men in masks to solve our problems; we don't need a Batman, the Joker's just not that special. Which apparently pissed him off. She was found stripped, painted Joker suit colors, and shot through the spine, having probably died slowly, just out of reach of the cradle her baby was lying in, crying. It horrified everyone, but still, no Bats. So a team of detectives decided they'd have to do for themselves. There were the athletic ones to do the running around, and the studious ones to do the desk work, and one who was willing to be the face of it all, the one to stand up in public and call herself a superhero. She said she'd grown up wanting to be Batgirl, and now she had her chance. So this team of women were going to take on the supervillains, who after all weren't super powered, just men with resources who'd stop at nothing. The team reckoned that between them they could match and beat anything.
Then the first night she went out in costume, the hero arrived on a roof to find one of the darker shadows stepping out in front of her. It was one of the old school heroes, a woman once more famous for who she was dating but now working alone. Armoured and dressed in black, she was stealth and strength personified. Stepping out behind her was another woman, who would only be stealthy among blind people - her costume was ice blue and silver, with a snowflake and crystal lattice motif, under a cloak made of emergency blankets. She was known from Before too, again mostly for dating a loudmouth guy who thought he was the hero. Now? They were trapped in this pieced together world, and they weren't impressed with what the boys were doing about it. They were here to welcome the newest recruit, and also to warn her - a lot of the old faces were here, but they weren't working their old priorities. Either they were heroes, mind controlled, or that alt verse with the moral polarity flip had sent over a lot more than the daytime people were at all prepared to deal with. Suddenly someone new was the safest bet. But how could that newbie know who to trust...?
These dreams would be more fun if they didn't involve being the murder victims so much, but the visuals on the heroes? Nice.
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