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mark_asphodelI had one hell of a dream before waking this morning.
The setting was urban. Not Detroit urban or SF urban, but there were a lot of 19th Century red brick buildings alternating with green public spaces marked by fountains and such. Trolley tracks criss-crossed the plazas, which contained big electronic billboards. There were grander civic-institution buildings alternating with blocks of restaurants and shops, and the whole thing had a sense of mostly being bounded by water. If it compared to anything I've seen in real life I'd have to say it was fantasy Brooklyn, but the bridge looming off in the near horizon was modeled off the Glass City Skyway in Toledo.
Okay. So I was hanging out in one of the plazas with several friends. One of them was a stand-in for my husband. One of them was a bitter cynical guy in a wheelchair, and I don't know who and what he represented. A real-life acquaintance of mine from work (let's call him Fred) wasn't part of our group but he kept drifting in and out of the picture. Anyway, the big billboards were showing trailers for superhero movies, and our little crew began discussing the current trend for "darker 'n' edgier" heroes. We came up with a foursome of the grittiest, edgiest "good" guys we could imagine-- like a black-comedy Superman, Spiderman, etc. I don't think we did an alternate Batman because why bother, he's already there. Each "hero" was loosely based off someone in our group, too-- a stand-in, if you will. Anyway, we laughed over it and parted ways.
I wandered off to the shops to get some ice cream, but the ice cream/chocolate shop was shuttered because they'd moved to an indoor shopping mall. Then I went a few doors down to a diner but they were super-crowded and my social anxiety kicked in and I slipped out of there before getting a table. Then I bumped into Fred, who wanted to talk to me about something pointless, and as we crossed over some trolley tracks (inspired by the platform at the Chattanooga Choo-Choo), I heard what sounded like... singing metal. It was like Adrian Belew's guitar on "The Great Curve" (this actually occurred to me IN the dream)-- the sound of strained steel cables about to snap.
Then, off in the distance, the not-Glass City Skyway collapsed. The city was under attack... by something. As Fred and I reacted to this sudden apocalypse, I noticed a bright light in the sky off to my left, over the water-- brighter than the full moon. It sped over the city toward the ruined bridge, and then the darkened electronic billboards began playing a different kind of superhero trailer. It was introduction videos for the four heroes who were saving the city-- the borderline villainous scuzzballs that my friends and I had invented earlier that evening.
I felt strangely guilty over the whole thing.
Then I woke up. The mind is a weird, weird place.
The setting was urban. Not Detroit urban or SF urban, but there were a lot of 19th Century red brick buildings alternating with green public spaces marked by fountains and such. Trolley tracks criss-crossed the plazas, which contained big electronic billboards. There were grander civic-institution buildings alternating with blocks of restaurants and shops, and the whole thing had a sense of mostly being bounded by water. If it compared to anything I've seen in real life I'd have to say it was fantasy Brooklyn, but the bridge looming off in the near horizon was modeled off the Glass City Skyway in Toledo.
Okay. So I was hanging out in one of the plazas with several friends. One of them was a stand-in for my husband. One of them was a bitter cynical guy in a wheelchair, and I don't know who and what he represented. A real-life acquaintance of mine from work (let's call him Fred) wasn't part of our group but he kept drifting in and out of the picture. Anyway, the big billboards were showing trailers for superhero movies, and our little crew began discussing the current trend for "darker 'n' edgier" heroes. We came up with a foursome of the grittiest, edgiest "good" guys we could imagine-- like a black-comedy Superman, Spiderman, etc. I don't think we did an alternate Batman because why bother, he's already there. Each "hero" was loosely based off someone in our group, too-- a stand-in, if you will. Anyway, we laughed over it and parted ways.
I wandered off to the shops to get some ice cream, but the ice cream/chocolate shop was shuttered because they'd moved to an indoor shopping mall. Then I went a few doors down to a diner but they were super-crowded and my social anxiety kicked in and I slipped out of there before getting a table. Then I bumped into Fred, who wanted to talk to me about something pointless, and as we crossed over some trolley tracks (inspired by the platform at the Chattanooga Choo-Choo), I heard what sounded like... singing metal. It was like Adrian Belew's guitar on "The Great Curve" (this actually occurred to me IN the dream)-- the sound of strained steel cables about to snap.
Then, off in the distance, the not-Glass City Skyway collapsed. The city was under attack... by something. As Fred and I reacted to this sudden apocalypse, I noticed a bright light in the sky off to my left, over the water-- brighter than the full moon. It sped over the city toward the ruined bridge, and then the darkened electronic billboards began playing a different kind of superhero trailer. It was introduction videos for the four heroes who were saving the city-- the borderline villainous scuzzballs that my friends and I had invented earlier that evening.
I felt strangely guilty over the whole thing.
Then I woke up. The mind is a weird, weird place.
