Dreamdeaths
Last night I was dreaming/writing a graphic novel at the same time, and I loved what I wrote. It was very Neil Gaiman-esque and so I shall put what I remember in this journal entry so that if someone who can actually draw and color wants to use the ideas they can.
Basically Dreamdeaths was a series of short stories using the dreams of kids who had traumatic experiences. It relived them (with twists) in the kids dream-world while occasionally showing flashbacks of the event in the real world. At the ending of each dream the child dies, and that closes the story. I got through about one and a quarter in my dreams. The first was about a white girl who had seen a convenience store robbed and the robber had pointed his gun at her, the second about a black boy who had been caught masturbating (for the first time) to gay porn and had been beaten within an inch of his life by his father for it.
In the first, she's in s maze of cupboards and furniture, similar to her house's furniture but arranged differently. She and two "soldiers" on her side (never saw them) have guns (M-16-like), and they're fighting their way through the maze to get a glowing medallion of the ocean in the center. They have loud, ongoing firefights, the guns are very loud, but strangely no bullets seem to puncture the furniture. In fact, no bullets seem to puncture anything - people who "die" fall over from no wounds, and when they do she says "Gotcha, you can get up now!" or some equivalent and the enemy soldiers stand up and walk forlornly into nothingness behind her. Her soldiers constantly fall, but she can bring them back too. Eventually she reaches the center and gets the medallion, but on her way out hears others coming and hides. she can see up to the crotch of the people coming, and recognizes the pants and shoes of the robber, the cashier he robbed, and a floating magenta gun (no pants and shoes, just a floating M-16ish thing). They walk past, looking for the medallion too. She and her soldiers make a break for it, but hear firing at them and have to turn around. She turns and fires, then jumps into a cupboard for better cover. Her soldiers get caught in the ratatat fire (robber and cashier have M-16s) before they get cover. Then the robber realizes his M-16 isn't firing bullets, throws it down, and pulls out an enormous (3x average size) pistol of the same type he robbed the store with. He aims and fires. One shot misses but sends her back into the cuboard for cover, then the third hole made by progressively downward shots into the cupboard begins leaking blood. The girl feels no pain but feels she is dying, yet she can't call out to bring herself back. Her thoughts fade to nothingness as she wonders why the robber doesn't tell her to get up.
The second story begins with the phrase "They said I was the next Rick James" (No clue where this came from), followed by a quick scene of his father punching him in the face. Then the boy is shown by a swimming pool on a strip of sand in a white beach chair. He then assumes crabwalk position and sends tendrils out from the beach chair searching deep into the sand. He thinks "Water's not pure. (something) #9, now that's pure. Silence." And that's where my dream of him ended. I really wish that one had finished, but I finished it on my own this morning, which I will type later with fewer parents around :-). ttfn
Basically Dreamdeaths was a series of short stories using the dreams of kids who had traumatic experiences. It relived them (with twists) in the kids dream-world while occasionally showing flashbacks of the event in the real world. At the ending of each dream the child dies, and that closes the story. I got through about one and a quarter in my dreams. The first was about a white girl who had seen a convenience store robbed and the robber had pointed his gun at her, the second about a black boy who had been caught masturbating (for the first time) to gay porn and had been beaten within an inch of his life by his father for it.
In the first, she's in s maze of cupboards and furniture, similar to her house's furniture but arranged differently. She and two "soldiers" on her side (never saw them) have guns (M-16-like), and they're fighting their way through the maze to get a glowing medallion of the ocean in the center. They have loud, ongoing firefights, the guns are very loud, but strangely no bullets seem to puncture the furniture. In fact, no bullets seem to puncture anything - people who "die" fall over from no wounds, and when they do she says "Gotcha, you can get up now!" or some equivalent and the enemy soldiers stand up and walk forlornly into nothingness behind her. Her soldiers constantly fall, but she can bring them back too. Eventually she reaches the center and gets the medallion, but on her way out hears others coming and hides. she can see up to the crotch of the people coming, and recognizes the pants and shoes of the robber, the cashier he robbed, and a floating magenta gun (no pants and shoes, just a floating M-16ish thing). They walk past, looking for the medallion too. She and her soldiers make a break for it, but hear firing at them and have to turn around. She turns and fires, then jumps into a cupboard for better cover. Her soldiers get caught in the ratatat fire (robber and cashier have M-16s) before they get cover. Then the robber realizes his M-16 isn't firing bullets, throws it down, and pulls out an enormous (3x average size) pistol of the same type he robbed the store with. He aims and fires. One shot misses but sends her back into the cuboard for cover, then the third hole made by progressively downward shots into the cupboard begins leaking blood. The girl feels no pain but feels she is dying, yet she can't call out to bring herself back. Her thoughts fade to nothingness as she wonders why the robber doesn't tell her to get up.
The second story begins with the phrase "They said I was the next Rick James" (No clue where this came from), followed by a quick scene of his father punching him in the face. Then the boy is shown by a swimming pool on a strip of sand in a white beach chair. He then assumes crabwalk position and sends tendrils out from the beach chair searching deep into the sand. He thinks "Water's not pure. (something) #9, now that's pure. Silence." And that's where my dream of him ended. I really wish that one had finished, but I finished it on my own this morning, which I will type later with fewer parents around :-). ttfn