I just heard about Girl Genius receiving the 2009 Hugo award for best Graphic Story, and I knew I had to find a dream that was somehow appropriate to celebrate. This, my friends, is as close as I could come- in that it involves a powerful, somewhat evil, somewhat mad-sciency family. Enjoy the dream (vintage May 2007, way before I ever came across GG)-
I was not dreaming from first-person perspective, but rather third-person omniscient. It centered around this young blonde woman, having found something in a recently discovered secret family depository, and coming out of this room, she was now wearing a helmet. The helmet was rather Darth Vader-ish except her face was not covered; however, the helmet was not the thing she found, but whatever she found brought the helmet into being. I think rather she found some kind of ancestral relic, or even an ancestor themself, because she seemed a different personality, like she was in communication with the dead. It was slightly evil, but then again, the whole family was. Not quite sinister, but, I don't know, bent on world domination or something.
As she came out of that room, she met her grandmother in the hall. Her grandmother was fully human but reminded me instantly of Ilisidi (From CJ Cherryh's Foreigner series) in her manner and authority. The young woman (they had no names! perhaps I should call her Sheila or something) interrupted her grandmother's stern rebuke (for going missing all morning when there was business to attend) and then there was a pattern of red lights which seemed to come out of the helmet towards her grandmother (red like laser tag), but when Sheila walked away, the repeating pattern of lights was still in the same place, of unknown origin. The grandmother then started reciting something along the lines of an Ave Maria, and simply kept on until she repeated the whole thing, though Sheila was by then gone. Afterwards the grandmother seemed unduly subdued and automaton-ic for the rest of the dream, speaking to no one.
Sheila had gone into a main room, with many other of the family there, cousins et al, and a non-family member came in the room as well, asking if they could perhaps schedule their daily television interview (concerning the family's stock, I think?, not the stock they own but stock in the family itself, as it was up on the market) earlier in the day from now on. At this point I started dreaming from the perspective of a young man, perhaps Sheila's cousin. He had noticed the change in Sheila (although it was obvious, others had not) and so, uncharacteristically, asked Sheila if she thought they could get the requisite stock market research done by 9 AM. Sheila, now aided by whatever spectral powers, said of course. So it was arranged.
Then Sheila went outside and the male cousin followed. I guess I'll call him Gilbert; I have no idea. Sheila asked him if the ... insurance?... was paying for that research time, and remarked that it was an unnecessary expense. (I do believe this research involved a chemistry lab, and I'm not sure what they were doing to the stock market in there.) Gil replied that if it were no longer necessary, they could remove that option... he was basically tagging after her at this point, trying to find out what was going on- what the ancestors or powers that be were up to.
When I woke up I had the firm suspicion that the family in the dream was none other than the Brontes. Maybe I should have said Charlotte instead of Sheila, except Charlotte was not a blonde... This dream might definitely end up as a short, insane story someday. ;)
(Truly a great comic.)
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I was not dreaming from first-person perspective, but rather third-person omniscient. It centered around this young blonde woman, having found something in a recently discovered secret family depository, and coming out of this room, she was now wearing a helmet. The helmet was rather Darth Vader-ish except her face was not covered; however, the helmet was not the thing she found, but whatever she found brought the helmet into being. I think rather she found some kind of ancestral relic, or even an ancestor themself, because she seemed a different personality, like she was in communication with the dead. It was slightly evil, but then again, the whole family was. Not quite sinister, but, I don't know, bent on world domination or something.
As she came out of that room, she met her grandmother in the hall. Her grandmother was fully human but reminded me instantly of Ilisidi (From CJ Cherryh's Foreigner series) in her manner and authority. The young woman (they had no names! perhaps I should call her Sheila or something) interrupted her grandmother's stern rebuke (for going missing all morning when there was business to attend) and then there was a pattern of red lights which seemed to come out of the helmet towards her grandmother (red like laser tag), but when Sheila walked away, the repeating pattern of lights was still in the same place, of unknown origin. The grandmother then started reciting something along the lines of an Ave Maria, and simply kept on until she repeated the whole thing, though Sheila was by then gone. Afterwards the grandmother seemed unduly subdued and automaton-ic for the rest of the dream, speaking to no one.
Sheila had gone into a main room, with many other of the family there, cousins et al, and a non-family member came in the room as well, asking if they could perhaps schedule their daily television interview (concerning the family's stock, I think?, not the stock they own but stock in the family itself, as it was up on the market) earlier in the day from now on. At this point I started dreaming from the perspective of a young man, perhaps Sheila's cousin. He had noticed the change in Sheila (although it was obvious, others had not) and so, uncharacteristically, asked Sheila if she thought they could get the requisite stock market research done by 9 AM. Sheila, now aided by whatever spectral powers, said of course. So it was arranged.
Then Sheila went outside and the male cousin followed. I guess I'll call him Gilbert; I have no idea. Sheila asked him if the ... insurance?... was paying for that research time, and remarked that it was an unnecessary expense. (I do believe this research involved a chemistry lab, and I'm not sure what they were doing to the stock market in there.) Gil replied that if it were no longer necessary, they could remove that option... he was basically tagging after her at this point, trying to find out what was going on- what the ancestors or powers that be were up to.
When I woke up I had the firm suspicion that the family in the dream was none other than the Brontes. Maybe I should have said Charlotte instead of Sheila, except Charlotte was not a blonde... This dream might definitely end up as a short, insane story someday. ;)
(Truly a great comic.)
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2 comments:
These dreams need some illustrations. Talk to me later, maybe I could contribute something to this website. Yeah I know, all submissions will be property of despitewaking.com and subsidiaries :). Good stuff !
Actually, unless I did the illustrations, etc, it would be considered fan art- which is awesome- and I'd definitely put up a section to showcase said awesomeness.
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