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greygirlbeast

This Morning's Dream, Or What My Notes Say

Sep 27, 2006 17:55

I was an old woman, a very old woman. In my eighties, perhaps, and I had, at some point, inherited a squalid little flat in Boston that had been left to me by Quentin Crisp. I don't know how this had been accomplished, as Crisp died in 1999 and tended to live in squalid little flats and flop houses in Manhattan, not Boston. But there I was, and he ( Read more... )

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docbrite September 27 2006, 23:07:10 UTC

I just prayed that I'll be able to figure out why this dream puts me so much in mind of "La Peau Verte." Seriously, there's no obvious connection that I can see, but it has a similar atmosphere somehow.

sclerotic_rings September 27 2006, 23:15:43 UTC

I'm honestly jealous, as my dreams are pathetically dull.

jomacmouse September 27 2006, 23:47:30 UTC

Better than waking up at the wrong time and not remembering them at all...

sovay September 28 2006, 00:21:20 UTC

Make of it what you will. It's had me baffled all damned day.

I have no idea, but it should really turn into something.

I dreamed that I was over at the house of some friends, watching a movie set in the Edwardian period in which three sisters lived together with their brother's head preserved in a glass jar on the table. It wasn't a supernatural head; it was just there in the drawing room, drifting behind the thick glass, and I kept waiting to see if the plot would ever explain what it was doing there. Unfortunately, I woke up before the movie ended. So much for that.

oneirophrenia September 28 2006, 00:33:49 UTC

greygirlbeast September 28 2006, 03:15:22 UTC

Cyber-Edwardians? It sounds like you stumbled into one of MY dreams! Was there a steam-powered robot and a lavender-skinned young lady wearing a black gown with a massive bustle that was actually full of stinging tentacles? If so, then welcome to my mind. :)

When I was writing this all out this evening, I admit that I kept thinking of you. :-) Yet, sadly, I did not meet the lavender-skinned young lady with tentacles. More's the pity...

oneirophrenia September 28 2006, 03:49:28 UTC

I'm actually sketching out a very hallucinatory, China-Mieville-esque piece set in a strange, Gibsonian sort of alternate 1905 that now features that same lavender lady and a few other Lovecraftian weirdos as well...perhaps even HPL himself as a lad, shanghaied aboard a pirate dirigible hunting for the Lost City of R'Lyeh.

I've been reading a great deal of turn-of-the-century adventure/sci-fi novels by Welles, Verne, and the like lately, and naturally offsetting that with massive doses of New Weird fiction. I'm feeling like I need to trump Swainston, Mieville, even Jeff Vandermeer--which, considering how much J. K. Potter art I've been stuffing into my head lately--might actually be possible.

stardustgirl September 28 2006, 00:59:25 UTC

Someone explained to me, very patiently, that the zombies were not zombies at all, but merely people who'd suffered severe brain damage during a long ago, brief fad of attempting to have one's mind uploaded to the internet or mainframe computers.

I laughed aloud at reading that and startled Robin. I could see that happening.