I finally had a dream last night; it had been a while! Maybe it’s because I’ve started updating a bit more frequently, so my subconscious decided, well, she’s willing to talk again–let’s give her something to talk about. (I ❤ my subconscious.)
First of all, I don’t know where I was; and like certain other of my dreams, I wasn’t really me, I just looked like me. And my dad looked like my dad, too, but wasn’t him, either.
We were in some large city where superheroes were…not exactly common, but people weren’t all like, “OMGSUPERMANLIVESHERE!” (Superman was not in my dream; that was just an example.) Basically, just the way people act in any fictional town where one or more superheroes reside; normal, except for that.
But where there are superheroes, there are also supervillains.
There was one superhero (and I’m not even sure if he was the only one) who had…turned bad. I don’t know what all of his powers were (which didn’t change when he turned, he just used them differently), but I do know that he was able to see people’s souls. He could see things about them that they sometimes didn’t know about themselves. He could tell if there was evil inside them, or whatnot. I guess he had a whole method worked out of reading and interpreting what he saw. And he could see people’s souls in other rooms, through walls…basically, it worked like night vision, I think. I’m not sure what turned him bad (although I could write a story based on this guy…I think I want to now, so I’ll be making up these details I’m unsure about), but he’d been using his powers for evil for a few years. It was common knowledge that when you saw this guy’s superhero uniform (his identity was, of course, not known)…you could run, but you probably wouldn’t survive.
He ate souls–which, in turn, killed people. I guess it was kind of like a vampire, in that he had that dark, mysterious sexiness about him while he was killing…or, perhaps more accurately (except sans the sexy part), like a Dementor–he basically sucked people’s souls out of their mouths. This is not something he did when he was good–it’s just one of the things that changed about him when he became evil.
Now I’m this quiet, innocent little thing…I think perhaps I was a bit younger than I am now, more innocent and naive or something…well, I guess I really must have been, because…well, you’ll see.
So my father, the mad (evil?–undetermined) scientist, worked for the government, coming up with new weapons.
He had just invented this bug-like thing that looked like a bug when it was moving (it looked just like that weird bug I saw at work last night while I was cleaning–some sort of fly/bee combo)…but when it was resting, it folded its wings over itself, was completely still, and looked exactly like an M&M. All different colors–even pinks! These M&M bugs ate human flesh. (This probably has something to do with the fact that I just passed the Knockturn Alley part of CoS yesterday, when Hagrid was looking for Flesh-Eating Slug repellant.) Not only flesh, but…they basically ate everything…all the way through, until there was merely a bit of shell left over. And they had just been tested on some guy who had killed his wife…and it was pretty gruesome…. (But it didn’t seem to affect my father at all, as he scooped the bugs into a Ziploc bag–I guess they worked on command?–and sealed it, screaming, “It works; it works!!!”)
It was nighttime, very dark, and I was to help destroy this superhero who had become his own supervillain. It was known that he hung around this big ex-office building (he’d seen to its undoing, I guess so he’d have a lair) downtown, and my dad and I were driving there. For some reason, he was sending me off by myself to find this creep, armed with this little bag of M&M bugs.
For my part, I didn’t want to kill him, and I was repulsed by the idea of killing anyone in such a way…but my dad kept reminding me that it was my civic duty. (I’m not exactly sure what he was doing, but it seems that, in the dream, he really did have something equally important he was doing–maybe we just split up and he had his own bag and it was just whoever found the guy first…I dunno.)
So I started creeping around, and I’m on the outside of this building, where there are lots and lots of windows, and I’m assuming he’s just going to jump out of one, so I’m a bit nervous…but more than fear, all I feel is regret for what I know I have to do. And I’m walking along…slowly…slowly…trying to reach the edge of the building, where I’m just going to turn the corner and creep along the back wall–alone.
I don’t know what exactly I expect to find–probably him in his costume (which looked oddly like a cross between Spider-Man and Strong Bad…hmm), feeding on some unsuspecting soul.
Well, I reach the edge of the building, and there’s a short hand rail stretching back into the woods, and I figure I’m going to climb over it, when I step forward, and somebody else steps forward from around the corner.
For some reason, it’s Clive Owen. (The last time I saw him in anything was Closer, but that was about two weeks ago. Hmmm.)
He looks…well, really hot (it’s Clive Owen, I mean…come on). But he’s not in the Strong Bad costume–he was wearing a long-sleeved bluish shirt (I think Crayola might call it “cornflower” or “midnight blue”–been a while since I opened a box of those) and jeans and just brown shoes, and he seems…relatively normal, so I just say, a bit calmly, “Oh–hello.”
He just…stares at me for a moment, and finally says slowly, “Who are you?”
I guess I gave him a name. I’m not really sure. I just remember him staring, in all his hotness.
Turns out (and I don’t know if he told me this or if I just…knew it) he was the guy I was looking for, just not currently in costume, and he’d been creeping along the other side of the building, because he’d…spotted my soul…creepy…and was following along beside me so he could spring out and…I guess eat me.
But as he was following along, he was staring at my soul and thinking, against his will almost, without even really realizing it…that there was something so absolutely lovely and pure about it (shut up, guys, I already told you it wasn’t really me) that he just knew he wanted to get closer…and the closer he got, the more entranced he became by this complete innocence I must have been radiating. (Perhaps this comes from my joke to Steve last night, while putting away the basket that held the taco shells, that I always felt like Little Red Riding Hood carrying it.)
Anyway…he just became so entranced by my “innocence” that it completely washed over him and changed him back–but not immediately–he was very cautious at first, not exactly sure what was going on (maybe he didn’t know anything was going on)…and…I’ve got to go to class in a minute, that’s why I’m rushing along here. I think there may have been a lot more to it but it’s time to go.