Strange Dream

Now, of course, dreams include bits of illogic and severe anachronism (the dream that led to the first half of the first draft of the story that eventually became Raising the Storm had an incident with a drink machine and grape soda, even though it was kind of a spy caper crossed with enchantment scenario.)

So be forewarned, though I'll skip the most silly of those. I will say the dream was very confused; some details were here and now, some were not, some attitudes were archaic, some all too modern. The modern pieces seem the easier parts to transmute and have the initial scenario not feel unsympathetic, as it is weirdly exploitative.

( In the dream, I was not 'I' )

I don't know about you, but what my brain does with a dream like this, so close to being a logical coherent story fragment, is to transmute the anachronisms one way or another, and to chew over the bits you can get away with in a dream (A non prescient character -- and "I" doesn't have the right feel for a psychic -- can't "just know" things as a dream-figure can.) It tries to recapture the moods lost in a straight re-recitation -- "I" In the dream is more bright and cheerful than I am, and the whole scenario weirdly sun-washed for a thing set mostly in interior spaces -- and then start poking into all the things one would need to research and/or fake.

And to wonder what's the deal with the fact that the first waking hypothesis I had was that this butler might be so willing to serve and keep serving, to be exploited in a modernish world, because he didn't actually have a soul. The second was that the whole could be moved back in time and feel more "right", the third that this didn't necessarily invalidate the first.

And dammit, I need to finish RtS.

I didn't mean to be at the computer this long today. The eyes are bothering me after yesterday's hours of photoshop. It just took a while to write out.

Goodnight.

Strange Dream

Now, of course, dreams include bits of illogic and severe anachronism (the dream that led to the first half of the first draft of the story that eventually became Raising the Storm had an incident with a drink machine and grape soda, even though it was kind of a spy caper crossed with enchantment scenario.)

So be forewarned, though I'll skip the most silly of those. I will say the dream was very confused; some details were here and now, some were not, some attitudes were archaic, some all too modern. The modern pieces seem the easier parts to transmute and have the initial scenario not feel unsympathetic, as it is weirdly exploitative.

( In the dream, I was not 'I' )

I don't know about you, but what my brain does with a dream like this, so close to being a logical coherent story fragment, is to transmute the anachronisms one way or another, and to chew over the bits you can get away with in a dream (A non prescient character -- and "I" doesn't have the right feel for a psychic -- can't "just know" things as a dream-figure can.) It tries to recapture the moods lost in a straight re-recitation -- "I" In the dream is more bright and cheerful than I am, and the whole scenario weirdly sun-washed for a thing set mostly in interior spaces -- and then start poking into all the things one would need to research and/or fake.

And to wonder what's the deal with the fact that the first waking hypothesis I had was that this butler might be so willing to serve and keep serving, to be exploited in a modernish world, because he didn't actually have a soul. The second was that the whole could be moved back in time and feel more "right", the third that this didn't necessarily invalidate the first.

And dammit, I need to finish RtS.

I didn't mean to be at the computer this long today. The eyes are bothering me after yesterday's hours of photoshop. It just took a while to write out.

Goodnight.