Cap dreams

[beccaelizabeth]

Dreamed a post apocalyptic zombie infested wasteland. Not the sort of zombies that are actually live people who got bit, the sort where the long dead rise up in skeletal form and fill out by stealing flesh. So that was unrestful. Plus there was a ton of rain and the roads were flooding and you could pretty much only get around by boat, so these horribly pale undead were rising unpredictably out of the water, covered in stringy weeds. Little bit Fenric, little bit zombie shark.

In the dream I'd headed to a shooting range because weapons. But when I got there the weapons were disassembled and I didn't know how to put them together. And then a bunch of larger people turned up and took all the parts anyway. One of them brought like a busload of children and I ended up hovering around them trying to stop them doing dumbass things. Even in my dreams I end up the babysitter that the grown ups are looking after.

Then, Captain America arrived. He was dragging a boat full of supplies and all soaked to the skin and looking very heroic. But he also looked off. Funny colors. Kind of pale.

UH-oh
Even dream me knew how that story goes.

But then his hair was weird colors too, kind of green, and he appeared to be wearing lipstick... and grinning...

UH-oh2, Cap got Jokered.

So his first 'joke' was to stand in the middle of the crowded room, stick a grenade in his mouth, and pull the pin.
Much screamings!
... grenade makes a pffft sound and not much happens.

Joker!Cap looked puzzled then shrugged and tossed the thing behind him. (It probably continued to pour out sneaky Joker gas or something, it can always get worse.)

Then he pulled out a (non magic) hammer and a hand gun and grinned at everyone.



So there's me, standing there surrounded by all these big men, though the guns are still guarding the door from zombies and can't get here fast enough, and everyone's basically screaming and milling around and sort of running before realising there's nowhere to run to.

I run forward.

Because Steve, even if he gets shot, even if it takes him another 70 years to heal up again, is going to wake up and remember this. And it would wreck him. If he actually has to remember opening fire in a room full of refugees, let alone what he could do with the hammer to this crowd, that would wreck him. So I decided the single most important thing, way above the slim chance of preserving my own life by hanging back and hoping someone else stops him, was to just wake Steve up. I figure if someone attacks him just his reflexes would send this all to hell. But small curvy person walking up calmly?

Well, I tried it.

He was standing there, full on Smilex laughing, waving the gun around without pulling the trigger and to all audible evidence enjoying the reactions, but his eyes were just in pain. So I walk up to him and tell him to quit it. Just quit. And I reach out to the weapons and don't try to take them, just put my hands on his. He's like a bazillion times stronger than me anyway, grabbing isn't going to work. I just stand there completely crushable talking calmly and telling him to quit. And gradually he lowers them. Hammer goes first. He lets go enough I can take it, but I just push it free and take his hand. And then the gun, gone loose in his hand, but still with his finger on the trigger. It spins around until it's pointing at Steve, and Joker would think that was pretty funny too, so Steve's not reacting. But I just tell him it's okay, he can stop, and I slide that free too.

And with the weapons down the colors start fading out
and Steve Rogers starts kissing me like there's no tomorrow.

And he's still stuck somewhere between giggle and sob, but of all the out of character he can be, this one's fine all over. So we kiss, and I start to get his wet clothes off because whatever chemical did this needs cleaning off, and it's getting kind of awesome.


I can tell you I woke up with my heart racing for some very contradictory reasons there. Guns! Kisses!
*blinks* wows.


But then right at the end of the dream when I'm trying to get Steve's undershirt off he stops kissing for a moment, leans in to whisper in my ear, and says
"By the way, I'm secretly a woman."

... I shrug, and say "That works out."




Dear brain: you... what? You... *sigh*
I don't know, I only live here.




Teacher has emailed he got the draft I sent at about 3 this morning and it's much more readable now.
He made a 'Blink' joke. :-)

Today... argh, I need to look at it again, I need to make it make sense, why so difficult, argh...
okay, today I will watch another episode of Doctor Who, eat, read my emails, and eventually sneak up on the dratted thing again.

Comments

[baronjanus]

Cool dreams.

[beccaelizabeth]

cool once the disturbing wears off, is the usual rule

[baronjanus]

Consider it to be interesting movies you get to watch for free.