Dreams. Hiccups. Wills.
Mar. 13th, 2012 07:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethI dreamed there was a reality show where porn stars tried to get Tony Stark to sleep with them.
They got to hang around his houses, including the Avengers mansion, in pursuit of this goal.
All his cameras filmed it all from multiple angles.
The other avengers were somewhat concerned about the security implications of all this, but, well, free porn.
Then Tony got an idea for an invention and wasn't around much anyhow.
... you know, if there was reality TV about the Avengers, I don't think it really needs porn stars to liven it up.
As it turned out it was a whole Dollhouse thing and the people they'd sent were not precisely volunteers. The old and somewhat creepy dude who'd got his personality written into them had been, but then he got creeped out by actually fancying Tony. The host body was all mushy in love even. So he got swapped to a new body, but that one was a girl and he couldn't deal. So then he quit.
But that left his host body standing in the middle of the breakfast room blinking, remembering she was a UNIT agent.
So then she had to work out if she was a porn star dreaming she was a UNIT agent, or a UNIT agent who had dreamed she was a porn star. Or, indeed, someone else.
I woke up for a while and mostly got distracted thinking how UNIT and SHIELD would fit together. Especially the timelines, like classic UNIT and Avengers from before the movies, which I don't even know about anyways.
Then I fell asleep and dreamed I was said UNIT agent going home, and in the car park I found a car all wonky like it had just pulled in for a minute, and someone apparently asleep at the wheel. So I went and tapped on the window. No response. So I went around to tap on the other window, but the dude was clearly dead. Possibly of horror. He had horror face. Also he'd gone all weird and waxy and he looked like he'd been in there for a while.
So I went off to call the police.
Dead dude looked like the 4th Doctor. In the dream the Doctor wasn't magic regeneration guy, he was just the chief scientific advisor to UNIT. 4 hadn't been advisor long, he'd buggered off to do more interesting things. I'd been living with him since then, a couple of decades.
So I thought it was mysterious, because while it's entirely possible to just be dead, being dead in someone else's car with horror face didn't seem so likely.
Also, if there were people out there who could copy your whole brain, it would be incredibly stupid of them not to take the opportunity to get a copy of that one. Smartest guy on the planet. Several planets. Epic smart guy.
So I kind of didn't believe he was dead, just ripped to a hard drive somewhere, like a really cyberpunk kidnapping.
So then I woke up and fell asleep again, and this time I just dreamed I got the guy's will in the post and inherited all of his stuff.
And that someone from the Stark episode went to have an abortion.
It just trailed off all mundane and sad.
If I'm going to dream about superheroes, aliens, SHIELD, UNIT, and Dollhouse brain machines, I kind of wouldn't choose the point of view that has to clean up and sort out the paperwork and go home to a council flat.
Yet that person logically exists, kind of propping up the pyramid of all the swish adventures.
They got to hang around his houses, including the Avengers mansion, in pursuit of this goal.
All his cameras filmed it all from multiple angles.
The other avengers were somewhat concerned about the security implications of all this, but, well, free porn.
Then Tony got an idea for an invention and wasn't around much anyhow.
... you know, if there was reality TV about the Avengers, I don't think it really needs porn stars to liven it up.
As it turned out it was a whole Dollhouse thing and the people they'd sent were not precisely volunteers. The old and somewhat creepy dude who'd got his personality written into them had been, but then he got creeped out by actually fancying Tony. The host body was all mushy in love even. So he got swapped to a new body, but that one was a girl and he couldn't deal. So then he quit.
But that left his host body standing in the middle of the breakfast room blinking, remembering she was a UNIT agent.
So then she had to work out if she was a porn star dreaming she was a UNIT agent, or a UNIT agent who had dreamed she was a porn star. Or, indeed, someone else.
I woke up for a while and mostly got distracted thinking how UNIT and SHIELD would fit together. Especially the timelines, like classic UNIT and Avengers from before the movies, which I don't even know about anyways.
Then I fell asleep and dreamed I was said UNIT agent going home, and in the car park I found a car all wonky like it had just pulled in for a minute, and someone apparently asleep at the wheel. So I went and tapped on the window. No response. So I went around to tap on the other window, but the dude was clearly dead. Possibly of horror. He had horror face. Also he'd gone all weird and waxy and he looked like he'd been in there for a while.
So I went off to call the police.
Dead dude looked like the 4th Doctor. In the dream the Doctor wasn't magic regeneration guy, he was just the chief scientific advisor to UNIT. 4 hadn't been advisor long, he'd buggered off to do more interesting things. I'd been living with him since then, a couple of decades.
So I thought it was mysterious, because while it's entirely possible to just be dead, being dead in someone else's car with horror face didn't seem so likely.
Also, if there were people out there who could copy your whole brain, it would be incredibly stupid of them not to take the opportunity to get a copy of that one. Smartest guy on the planet. Several planets. Epic smart guy.
So I kind of didn't believe he was dead, just ripped to a hard drive somewhere, like a really cyberpunk kidnapping.
So then I woke up and fell asleep again, and this time I just dreamed I got the guy's will in the post and inherited all of his stuff.
And that someone from the Stark episode went to have an abortion.
It just trailed off all mundane and sad.
If I'm going to dream about superheroes, aliens, SHIELD, UNIT, and Dollhouse brain machines, I kind of wouldn't choose the point of view that has to clean up and sort out the paperwork and go home to a council flat.
Yet that person logically exists, kind of propping up the pyramid of all the swish adventures.