Gun-totin', Chronic-smokin' Hearse Initiator (ludickid) wrote,
Gun-totin', Chronic-smokin' Hearse Initiator
ludickid

DREAM POST- PLEASE SKIP

Last night was plagued with fitful sleep and plentiful dreams, but the good thing was, all the dreams were thematic: they followed the adventures (sometimes funny, sometimes thrilling, sometimes disturbing) of minor-league superheroes, with little links and everything. It was one of those rare dreams I have that's incredibly cinematic, fascinating, well-told, and not possessed of "dreamlike" qualities -- that is, not surreal or irrational or disjointed in any way, but playing out in a linear way like a tightly scripted movie. As is the case in all interesting dreams that I have, I wasn't in any of them; but the really odd thing is that they picked up where they left off. I woke up several times during the night, and even if I turned on a light or got up and went to the can, when I went back to sleep, they resumed from exactly where they had been interrupted. My dreams have TiVo!

Anyway, I figure if my brain wanted me to experience and remember these so badly, the least I could do is make something out of them. I'm gonna kick them around as short stories/one-shot comic ideas/future Dargerverse fodder: there was

- the final adventure of an old, well-respected Superman type, where he had to save some of his closest allies from certain death at the cost of sacrificing himself, and was torn between success and an anonymous, lonely death or failure and a glorious, public one

- a highly creepy story about a woman with a Batman-style motif and m.o. who goes after a ring of pederasts/child pornographers operating in a run-down old motel; it ends with her two teenage children staying behind to run the motel in an attempt to reclaim it from the horrible things that happened there

- a big, noisy, brawling epic battle between two opposing mini-armies of super-types; at first it's carried out passionately and without quarter, as if it's some Crisis-ish battle to the death, but in the end it turns out to be a completely bogus fake battle they've staged for pay-per-view to raise money for various charities

- a road trip in which a bad-ass black superhero and his sidekick, who ride around in a giant tricked-out Bigfoot-style monster truck, discover a strip club that uses Russian slave labor, and bust it up using some kind of crazy ice powers; it ends with the main villain, an enormously fat hillbilly who ran the club, being beaten so badly he needs surgery, and thus playing out an extremely gross Meaning-of-Life-level gag so disgusting I dare not even mention it.

Thanks, my brain, for the ridiculous entertainment!
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