I dream creation myths

I dreamed a story wherein a creation myth was told three times. First it was told to a small supplicant at a convention signing. Which to my subconscious is apparently where the really strong myths are made. Then it was told over to himself when someone was trying to undo him, figuring if he could keep hold of the beginnings he could find the rest. And then he told it to others, only slightly modified.

It started out as being about a Cosmic Goat. The usual sort of thing - god milks it, gets distracted, Milky Way all everywhere. When retold it's the Cosmic Goto, and he gets told off for taking the piss. But, he says... When he visited his grandfather, every day they got up, and the first thing they did was take care of the beasts. (In his case, his pony, but such wasn't relevant to the story, nor likely to be liked by the particular audience.) And his grandfather told the story as his hands worked. But these days? We get up, and the first thing we do is...?
So this is the work we do every day, and thus we create the universe.
With the work of our hands, the plans of our mind, the dreams of our heart.
... and quite a bit of slightly distracted typos to get that necessary chaos for creation.

And after that they partied and after that they asked him for the story of endings, which sometimes involves a black hole and sometimes involves a mop, and besides is different every time, on account of not having happened yet.

You know, mostly I just dream running around being chased by monster. Which happened this time too, there was a water monster and a spy ring and a revolution by the proletariat that the prince just happened to get caught up in when he forgot he was a prince and his bodyguards had all been killed in Oxford university, and it all made much more sense at the time. He ended up at the party because he couldn't remember his room number. They figured he was in costume. He just wished the costume had a name tag. Intermittent memory loss is a bit of a big problem for a small hero.

But today I dream creation. Which seems not a whole lot different from all them other days, when I think about it. Cool.

weird moments of perspective

when one realises one may in fact be closer to Batman's age than Nightwing's. When one is used to Robin starting out the same age as you. Freaky comics sliding timelines.

... actually, I don't know. I know I'm not with the Young Justice sort of generation, but I might be more of a Nightwing+Titans age. Yes? No? It's really hard to tell sometimes. I mean, they're older than Robins, but by how much? Are they early 20s and just out of college? All college related stories were from waaaaay many issues ago, but how long is that in comics timeline years? I try not to think about it too much, really.

I think maybe I'm about the same age as Blue Beetle, or Black Canary, or Oracle. Except I have no idea what ages they're meant to be once I actually think about it. Weird.

... one of these days, I'll be up there with the Justice Society.
... cool.



I love the DCU. The generations thing. I don't know if other 'verses do that, but I do love how it works in DC comics.