Dreams
I had a Metallica dream. I’ve been listening to Murder One a lot lately and reading Dresden File books, so my brain cooked up a weird little modern fairy tale for me.
In the dream, there was a prophecy about some silver item and something called the Fires of the Faithful. When they lined up, the earth would shake and some old Fae influence would be broken. The Fae did not want that to happen, so they had the silver thing shattered.
I was working for a human who had gathered up all those pieces. He was a bass player for a metal band. I don’t know what his beef with the Fae was, but he had found the spot where the thing they controlled was buried and set up a concert over it.
Since I was the last one to touch the broken pieces, I got tracked down by the Fae knights (or whatever they were) right before the concert starts. They were being all smug and threatening, talking to each other about mortals and their tricks and how we thought we were so clever, but what sad little insects we really were. They had already been to my house and found smelting tools and whatnot, so they knew I had melted the silver thing down.
“And what do you make of that?” one said to the other and I immediately said: “Guitar Strings!”
That was when the guy started playing Murder One with the silver guitar strings (0:46) and the vibration rattled these two to the bone. They threw me out of the way to run to stop the guy, but the crowd all raised their lighters and that was the Fire of the Faithful. One of the knights turned to stone and the other one turned to wood. The thing in the ground was some kind of huge, seven foot crystal, and the music made it rise up from the ground in the middle of the concert. It was vibrating and turning black and shooting off purple lightning and then it exploded into nothing, so you know, best concert ever?
In the dream, there was a prophecy about some silver item and something called the Fires of the Faithful. When they lined up, the earth would shake and some old Fae influence would be broken. The Fae did not want that to happen, so they had the silver thing shattered.
I was working for a human who had gathered up all those pieces. He was a bass player for a metal band. I don’t know what his beef with the Fae was, but he had found the spot where the thing they controlled was buried and set up a concert over it.
Since I was the last one to touch the broken pieces, I got tracked down by the Fae knights (or whatever they were) right before the concert starts. They were being all smug and threatening, talking to each other about mortals and their tricks and how we thought we were so clever, but what sad little insects we really were. They had already been to my house and found smelting tools and whatnot, so they knew I had melted the silver thing down.
“And what do you make of that?” one said to the other and I immediately said: “Guitar Strings!”
That was when the guy started playing Murder One with the silver guitar strings (0:46) and the vibration rattled these two to the bone. They threw me out of the way to run to stop the guy, but the crowd all raised their lighters and that was the Fire of the Faithful. One of the knights turned to stone and the other one turned to wood. The thing in the ground was some kind of huge, seven foot crystal, and the music made it rise up from the ground in the middle of the concert. It was vibrating and turning black and shooting off purple lightning and then it exploded into nothing, so you know, best concert ever?