superhero dream
Oct. 26th, 2005 03:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethDream - sort of superhero, sort of super apocalypse.
With guests stars from Forever Knight, doing that scene from 'The Wish' when Cordelia gets killed, but with me in the middle. And possibly no biting, come to think. And it being much more fun... Er, changing the subject swiftly...
Very messy dream. Got darker as it went alone. Lots of hero deaths, lots of hero going made, lots of betrayal and thinking they'd been betrayed and miscommunications that left people alone in space and all sorts.
So I set out to fix it, went outside and really hoped it would work and said 'SHAZAM!'
And *boom*, lightning, and I got a pretty uniform kinda like Mary Marvel. So, someone in space needed rescuing, so up I fly. Up. Is the direction with the sun and the sky in it. But I got far enough up, sky was everywhere, and I started flying around in circles getting lost. I ended up crashing, in tears.
Apparently the Wisdom of Solomon had been taken out, and the Marvels didn't even know which was was up any more.
But I had my very own magic powers, all chaos dancing, follow my feet and end up where I need to be. So I found a girl who had recently become a child prodigy, suddenly mastering disciplines she had shown no aptitude for before. Turned out she had the Wisdom of Solomon. Or at least one part of it. There were 7. She had A through Z. So, with her consent, I got it back again - again with my own magic, not the Shazam stuff - and set off to go find the rest. But first I had to catch what looked like a falling Superman. Catch beginning with C, I could do that. And Superman was falling in circles, so it wasn't a total uncontrolled crash, but they were very wobbly circles, so he was definitely not okay. So, flying to the rescue!
But on the way I got radicaly distracted, so did not at any point in the rest of the dream catch Superman.
He was nearly invulnerable, he could probably take it anyway... hopefully...
There were Very Bad Things happening all over. Every flyer was being stopped by the evil dudes. But I had the mark of the King. All over me in fact. Which wasn't going to help with getting the good guys to trust me, but worked wonderfully on the bad guys. They thought I was a special inspector, so I could go around looking at everything.
I saw a tree, and it was like the world tree. Huge, huge, huge. And it was like the tree of life, but they'd hung corpses all around it. Executions. Messy, nasty. And around the tree was a huge great circle, looked like chalk. Bad symbols on it. Kept the power of the tree inside, kept the bad things inside too, weakening it. Desecrated place. And I could only make note of this and fly on.
I saw a dragon, and it was the last of the noble dragons, the good guys. The dream of dragons, like dragonheart, and why dragons get on flags. But it was chained down, wings broken, pierced with many spears, and it was in a chalk circle too.
All around there were weapons. Bent, broken, sticking up from the ground. I needed a weapon, but I couldn't find a single one that was still useable. Swords didn't feel right anyway. So I went looking for a staff. Found a rebar, I think - one of those long ridged bars that Angel got through his shoulder once. It was bent, but it would do.
Then I found a magical portal where they were recycling. Put stuff in all twisty and useless, take it out as straight flat building material. Put my rebar in as demonstration. It came out straight and flat - too flat and thin to be of use to me any more. Because that was what it was set to. My bad - recycling does not begin with a, b, or c.
So I mentioned out loud that I had intended to use it as a weapon, and one of the recycling guys went off into stores and found me a weapon. It had like a sword hilt, and a rebar ridged round texture, but it curved and flexed like a whip. Now that was my kind of weapon, says I, thanks him kindly and flies off again.
Then I got distracted trying to help people trapped in a refugee center. They were not being treated well. Herded into tiny overcrowded rooms, mostly to keep them out of the way. No medical attention. Bad place.
But not the kind of bad super strength can fix, so on I fly.
Then I find a lot of rebels working in a field. Lots of fields really. Many different things were growing there, but Agriculture starts with an A so I could see the pattern. There was something else they were tending, something very special they expected would grow and give them a chance again. But it might take years, and the war looked lost now, and they had no machines. Still, they got down on their knees with tiny hand tools, and they worked, because it was at least a chance.
Very messy, very depressing dream. Feel like I've been fighting all night. All aches and fuzzy head. Not so very helpful.
With guests stars from Forever Knight, doing that scene from 'The Wish' when Cordelia gets killed, but with me in the middle. And possibly no biting, come to think. And it being much more fun... Er, changing the subject swiftly...
Very messy dream. Got darker as it went alone. Lots of hero deaths, lots of hero going made, lots of betrayal and thinking they'd been betrayed and miscommunications that left people alone in space and all sorts.
So I set out to fix it, went outside and really hoped it would work and said 'SHAZAM!'
And *boom*, lightning, and I got a pretty uniform kinda like Mary Marvel. So, someone in space needed rescuing, so up I fly. Up. Is the direction with the sun and the sky in it. But I got far enough up, sky was everywhere, and I started flying around in circles getting lost. I ended up crashing, in tears.
Apparently the Wisdom of Solomon had been taken out, and the Marvels didn't even know which was was up any more.
But I had my very own magic powers, all chaos dancing, follow my feet and end up where I need to be. So I found a girl who had recently become a child prodigy, suddenly mastering disciplines she had shown no aptitude for before. Turned out she had the Wisdom of Solomon. Or at least one part of it. There were 7. She had A through Z. So, with her consent, I got it back again - again with my own magic, not the Shazam stuff - and set off to go find the rest. But first I had to catch what looked like a falling Superman. Catch beginning with C, I could do that. And Superman was falling in circles, so it wasn't a total uncontrolled crash, but they were very wobbly circles, so he was definitely not okay. So, flying to the rescue!
But on the way I got radicaly distracted, so did not at any point in the rest of the dream catch Superman.
He was nearly invulnerable, he could probably take it anyway... hopefully...
There were Very Bad Things happening all over. Every flyer was being stopped by the evil dudes. But I had the mark of the King. All over me in fact. Which wasn't going to help with getting the good guys to trust me, but worked wonderfully on the bad guys. They thought I was a special inspector, so I could go around looking at everything.
I saw a tree, and it was like the world tree. Huge, huge, huge. And it was like the tree of life, but they'd hung corpses all around it. Executions. Messy, nasty. And around the tree was a huge great circle, looked like chalk. Bad symbols on it. Kept the power of the tree inside, kept the bad things inside too, weakening it. Desecrated place. And I could only make note of this and fly on.
I saw a dragon, and it was the last of the noble dragons, the good guys. The dream of dragons, like dragonheart, and why dragons get on flags. But it was chained down, wings broken, pierced with many spears, and it was in a chalk circle too.
All around there were weapons. Bent, broken, sticking up from the ground. I needed a weapon, but I couldn't find a single one that was still useable. Swords didn't feel right anyway. So I went looking for a staff. Found a rebar, I think - one of those long ridged bars that Angel got through his shoulder once. It was bent, but it would do.
Then I found a magical portal where they were recycling. Put stuff in all twisty and useless, take it out as straight flat building material. Put my rebar in as demonstration. It came out straight and flat - too flat and thin to be of use to me any more. Because that was what it was set to. My bad - recycling does not begin with a, b, or c.
So I mentioned out loud that I had intended to use it as a weapon, and one of the recycling guys went off into stores and found me a weapon. It had like a sword hilt, and a rebar ridged round texture, but it curved and flexed like a whip. Now that was my kind of weapon, says I, thanks him kindly and flies off again.
Then I got distracted trying to help people trapped in a refugee center. They were not being treated well. Herded into tiny overcrowded rooms, mostly to keep them out of the way. No medical attention. Bad place.
But not the kind of bad super strength can fix, so on I fly.
Then I find a lot of rebels working in a field. Lots of fields really. Many different things were growing there, but Agriculture starts with an A so I could see the pattern. There was something else they were tending, something very special they expected would grow and give them a chance again. But it might take years, and the war looked lost now, and they had no machines. Still, they got down on their knees with tiny hand tools, and they worked, because it was at least a chance.
Very messy, very depressing dream. Feel like I've been fighting all night. All aches and fuzzy head. Not so very helpful.