My dreams make crossovers
Jan. 2nd, 2011 01:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelSo I had a dream last night that was headed in the general direction of a Castle/Blood Ties crossover (or else Castle/SPN, I'm not sure; some sort of supernaturaly thing, at any rate) except for two things.
One is that it would be next to impossible to write as fic. It was very much video-media in my head. I can describe it--
(Voiceover, girl; this is Alexis speaking, but for now it doesn't matter if the viewer recognizes the voice. "I had this weird dream last night--" and she continues, narrating the events as we see them. The camera is in first-person viewpoint, showing what she saw, as she speaks. She's bringing coffee to a guest in a hotel room, #137, a cranky-like skinny old woman who greets her with an annoyed "/finally/. put it over there," indicating a dresser. The old woman leaves the door open and goes about her business completely ignoring the camera-I, and the camera-I puts the coffee down and then turns and the camera starts focusing in on her neck, really suspenseful music, as the VO says "and suddenly I was just overwhelmed with the need to strangle her--"
And the camera cuts to Alexis, who's been lying on the couch talking. The creepy soundtrack cuts out as she sits abruptly upright. "Does dreaming things like that make me a murderer or something?"
Except Rick hasn't been paying enough attention so he goes "huh?" and Alexis rolls her eyes and flops back down, and their conversation continues but fades out.
And then the camera -- now an objective 3rd POV instead of the 1st-person -- is back in the hotel room, panning a circle around the old woman as she putters (and mutters to herself); the full-circle pass and the mirrors on the walls show she is alone in the room, but the door is still open. There is movement outside: she goes to look, and there's a huge black jaguar (the cat sort, not the car sort) out in the pool area staring at her with unnaturally bright green eyes. The woman kind of 'hmphs' to cover how startled she is, and closes the drapes. Turns, realizes the door is still open, and goes to close it, but there's a cat in the way -- a little white housecat, also staring at her. "If you're coming in," the woman grunts, "come in, otherwise shoo." The cat comes in and sits in front of her, still staring, and then it stretches unnaturally upward, elongating and blurring a bit and going for the throat. The camera drifts off to the untouched coffee service (still sitting on the dresser from where it had been placed in Alexis' dream) as we hear screaming and then tearing noises and then silence.)
--but it's a lot harder to write as an actual story. I sometimes have dreams that are narrated; this was not one of them. I also sometimes have dreams that are clearly tv-show-ly scripted; this was. And it is not always easy to transmute from one media to the other, especially when it relies on both visuals and soundtrack stuff.
The other problem, unfortunately, was that at that point I coughed or sneezed or something, and it woke me up. Not completely, but enough that the dreamplot slipped away, and though the jaguar and the little white housecat both reappeared, the white cat ended up morphing into a pair of knitted tights with something written on them, and it was altogether a lot more like a dream than like a tv show.
Sigh.
One is that it would be next to impossible to write as fic. It was very much video-media in my head. I can describe it--
(Voiceover, girl; this is Alexis speaking, but for now it doesn't matter if the viewer recognizes the voice. "I had this weird dream last night--" and she continues, narrating the events as we see them. The camera is in first-person viewpoint, showing what she saw, as she speaks. She's bringing coffee to a guest in a hotel room, #137, a cranky-like skinny old woman who greets her with an annoyed "/finally/. put it over there," indicating a dresser. The old woman leaves the door open and goes about her business completely ignoring the camera-I, and the camera-I puts the coffee down and then turns and the camera starts focusing in on her neck, really suspenseful music, as the VO says "and suddenly I was just overwhelmed with the need to strangle her--"
And the camera cuts to Alexis, who's been lying on the couch talking. The creepy soundtrack cuts out as she sits abruptly upright. "Does dreaming things like that make me a murderer or something?"
Except Rick hasn't been paying enough attention so he goes "huh?" and Alexis rolls her eyes and flops back down, and their conversation continues but fades out.
And then the camera -- now an objective 3rd POV instead of the 1st-person -- is back in the hotel room, panning a circle around the old woman as she putters (and mutters to herself); the full-circle pass and the mirrors on the walls show she is alone in the room, but the door is still open. There is movement outside: she goes to look, and there's a huge black jaguar (the cat sort, not the car sort) out in the pool area staring at her with unnaturally bright green eyes. The woman kind of 'hmphs' to cover how startled she is, and closes the drapes. Turns, realizes the door is still open, and goes to close it, but there's a cat in the way -- a little white housecat, also staring at her. "If you're coming in," the woman grunts, "come in, otherwise shoo." The cat comes in and sits in front of her, still staring, and then it stretches unnaturally upward, elongating and blurring a bit and going for the throat. The camera drifts off to the untouched coffee service (still sitting on the dresser from where it had been placed in Alexis' dream) as we hear screaming and then tearing noises and then silence.)
--but it's a lot harder to write as an actual story. I sometimes have dreams that are narrated; this was not one of them. I also sometimes have dreams that are clearly tv-show-ly scripted; this was. And it is not always easy to transmute from one media to the other, especially when it relies on both visuals and soundtrack stuff.
The other problem, unfortunately, was that at that point I coughed or sneezed or something, and it woke me up. Not completely, but enough that the dreamplot slipped away, and though the jaguar and the little white housecat both reappeared, the white cat ended up morphing into a pair of knitted tights with something written on them, and it was altogether a lot more like a dream than like a tv show.
Sigh.