Okay, that was just wild (but cut to spare friends' pages)
Dreamed it was mostly modern-day, and there were a bunch of us at a place in Memphis/along the Mississippi border. There was a problem in the basement that required calling in help to deal with it. (Why we needed a half-scale ballista to disperse jewelry, I don't know, but watching the dispersal patterns as it arced into the river was great fun.)
Somewhere in there, the help we'd called in turned out to be the Magnificent 7... and then they turned out to be vampires, mostly. ::purring:: Vin, and Ezra, and Chris in my dreams -- lucky *me*! At this point the dream shifted from modern day to 19th century or so, and it started feeling more New Orleans than Memphis. What, going farther South takes you farther into the past? (This *would* explain New Orleans, Charleston, and Savannah, come to think of it....) Why we were exploring the basement, and being very careful with some rather toxic soap, I have no clue. Or why I was quite sure there was going to be more trouble elsewhere and that we'd need to call them back soon. I think because Don (an old friend of mine offline) wasn't actually there in the dream, but things kept revolving around him as it were -- he'd found the problem, or we needed him to help with something else, and I just knew that his not turning up to thank the Mag7 before they left was a bad sign.
Anyway. Here's the maddening part -- I can't draw, but my dream turned briefly from a dream into an illustrated pamphlet. Seriously. In the dream, it had a dark cover with some lurid, pulp style headline, and then that folded back to a double-page poster. Well. Once I knew the Seven were vampires, and leaving, I saw this full page spread of... hell, I don't know. The scene was a cutaway view of a building, two stories tall and an arched partial floor over those and a stone basement under. Rooms across both floors, and steps up from below, and arched, stained, partial-rose shaped red and dark amber windows above.
All the doors of the rooms were thrown wide open and the whole cutaway spread was a tableau of men emerging mostly naked (and looking startled, come to think of it -- wonder what woke them?) from their beds with the setting of the sun. Western Victorian goth, honestly, with not very strategically placed shadows and sheets and open shirts, and lots of good-looking, very pale, very naked men. One man per room, and head-shots inserted along the top of the image, telling which was a vampire, and which a wolf, and JD for some reason a flame elemental. An intriguing opening spread to draw you into a graphic novel, or a play, and it would have worked on me!!
Not what I would call humanistic art, but more like some of the more recent comic book art. At the same time, though, it had all the attention to background detail and symbolism of portrait painting. I don't know. What I know is that I woke up wishing I could draw and determined to come in here and write it down so that I'd remember the image later. I just wish I could draw and post it!!
Anyway. Wish y'all had seen it. I'm describing it inadequately and it's faded a little in memory. Oh, well. I really should get a bit more sleep, since I can sleep in today. Good night again. Here's hoping everyone else is sleeping well.
Somewhere in there, the help we'd called in turned out to be the Magnificent 7... and then they turned out to be vampires, mostly. ::purring:: Vin, and Ezra, and Chris in my dreams -- lucky *me*! At this point the dream shifted from modern day to 19th century or so, and it started feeling more New Orleans than Memphis. What, going farther South takes you farther into the past? (This *would* explain New Orleans, Charleston, and Savannah, come to think of it....) Why we were exploring the basement, and being very careful with some rather toxic soap, I have no clue. Or why I was quite sure there was going to be more trouble elsewhere and that we'd need to call them back soon. I think because Don (an old friend of mine offline) wasn't actually there in the dream, but things kept revolving around him as it were -- he'd found the problem, or we needed him to help with something else, and I just knew that his not turning up to thank the Mag7 before they left was a bad sign.
Anyway. Here's the maddening part -- I can't draw, but my dream turned briefly from a dream into an illustrated pamphlet. Seriously. In the dream, it had a dark cover with some lurid, pulp style headline, and then that folded back to a double-page poster. Well. Once I knew the Seven were vampires, and leaving, I saw this full page spread of... hell, I don't know. The scene was a cutaway view of a building, two stories tall and an arched partial floor over those and a stone basement under. Rooms across both floors, and steps up from below, and arched, stained, partial-rose shaped red and dark amber windows above.
All the doors of the rooms were thrown wide open and the whole cutaway spread was a tableau of men emerging mostly naked (and looking startled, come to think of it -- wonder what woke them?) from their beds with the setting of the sun. Western Victorian goth, honestly, with not very strategically placed shadows and sheets and open shirts, and lots of good-looking, very pale, very naked men. One man per room, and head-shots inserted along the top of the image, telling which was a vampire, and which a wolf, and JD for some reason a flame elemental. An intriguing opening spread to draw you into a graphic novel, or a play, and it would have worked on me!!
Not what I would call humanistic art, but more like some of the more recent comic book art. At the same time, though, it had all the attention to background detail and symbolism of portrait painting. I don't know. What I know is that I woke up wishing I could draw and determined to come in here and write it down so that I'd remember the image later. I just wish I could draw and post it!!
Anyway. Wish y'all had seen it. I'm describing it inadequately and it's faded a little in memory. Oh, well. I really should get a bit more sleep, since I can sleep in today. Good night again. Here's hoping everyone else is sleeping well.