Sunday, August 29, 2010

Last night's nightmare

I'm going to call it a nightmare, because it involved the following: gas explosions, bloody murders, psychopaths (and not the sexy kind) and, most frighteningly of all, going back to school.

In said dream I was once again at school, and being brainwashed into causing chaos, like opening a gas valve so that when Chemistry students lit their Bunsen burners, the whole building would explode. Except that, as the dreamer, I was aware of what I'd done and kept trying to hide.

There were some very strange hick kids, trying to do some odd sort of voodoo magic on me which I think involved some kind of wedding ceremony. I walked away from this and went to hide under the stage (er, the backstage are was a hangout for us theatrical types, back in the day) but couldn't get there because of the crime scene tape and the body.

Sherlock was there (the new Sherlock, Benedict Cumberbatch in his overcoat), trying to solve a murder with no apparent cause. Although there was a lot of blood. The killer had been trying to kill using other people, like me, subconsciously. One of his victims returned, naked, and said she wouldn't rest until he'd been stopped.

And then Superman blasted out of the school hall, halfway through an Art exam, then stopped and said, "I can't do this, I have to finish my exams, I've got a kid now," and flew back in trough the roof. I know. Bizarre. Art exams were held in the Art room.

I have no idea what this all means, and I'm not sure I want to, but suddenly I'm overwhelmed with the urge to rewrite it all as a YA superhero story. I mean, how cool would that be?


  1. It would be weird, sweetie. I mean. Superman doing EXAMS???

    I'd pay good money to read about the rest though.

  2. Well, he didn't get a job on the Daily Planet without finishing high school, did he?

  3. I'm confused by the appearance of Sherlock.

    What on earth did you eat before sleeping? Or drink? :)