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I'm not going to turn this into a massive dreamlog, but I'm definitely doing a lot of tossy-turniness at night, which tends to correlate with lots of vivid dreams. I had a very complicated, detailed one last night that's mostly faded, but I was basically in a steam-punk novel. To the point that later, I actually had the thought of, "oh, that's why I spent so much time in this location at the beginning - it was foreshadowing this".
Incredibly elaborate world - think a mechanical Venice, if all the (gorgeous, mixed medieval and neo-Victorian) houses in Venice were held up by clockwork and the (extremely dangerous) water currents were controlled by enormous ever present pipework. Brass everything, rickety and mostly abandoned, caressed by an ever-present fog. I lost much of the beginning, which introduced my mentor and a house of water pipes like a pipe organ. The first part I remember clearly was preparing for a ball at which I expected to be ambushed. I was doing a Cinderella-kind of thing - society in this abandoned city had faded to the point that there were no seamstresses left - and pulled a ballgown out of a trunk in the attic that had belonged to my (long-dead) mother. It was ethereally beautiful, but incredibly fragile - antique lace that could disintegrate at a touch. I was practicing with a sword-cane when a messenger told me something that made me realize that the ambush had been sprung on my mentor instead.
I rushed across the city to her house, cursing myself along the way for failing to realize what would happen. I found her dying in a pool of blood spreading across an intricately inlaid wood floor. The attacker had also destroyed the pipework, which controlled the water throughout the city. Already the water was rising.
I fought my way back across the city. The rising flood was destroying everything, and making it almost impossible to cross the canals. The greened-copper stepping stones were already lost beneath feet of rushing water, and the wrought iron bridges shattered as I passed. I knew a tidal wave would be coming, and a dark cloaked presence had brought this upon my city. I was chasing him - the streets were flooded and I leapt from awning to awning as the torrents of rain came down so I could barely see the figure fleeing before me. I slipped, and tumbled from the slick overhang, barely grasping the ledge, feet swinging desperately, and woke up.
Incredibly elaborate world - think a mechanical Venice, if all the (gorgeous, mixed medieval and neo-Victorian) houses in Venice were held up by clockwork and the (extremely dangerous) water currents were controlled by enormous ever present pipework. Brass everything, rickety and mostly abandoned, caressed by an ever-present fog. I lost much of the beginning, which introduced my mentor and a house of water pipes like a pipe organ. The first part I remember clearly was preparing for a ball at which I expected to be ambushed. I was doing a Cinderella-kind of thing - society in this abandoned city had faded to the point that there were no seamstresses left - and pulled a ballgown out of a trunk in the attic that had belonged to my (long-dead) mother. It was ethereally beautiful, but incredibly fragile - antique lace that could disintegrate at a touch. I was practicing with a sword-cane when a messenger told me something that made me realize that the ambush had been sprung on my mentor instead.
I rushed across the city to her house, cursing myself along the way for failing to realize what would happen. I found her dying in a pool of blood spreading across an intricately inlaid wood floor. The attacker had also destroyed the pipework, which controlled the water throughout the city. Already the water was rising.
I fought my way back across the city. The rising flood was destroying everything, and making it almost impossible to cross the canals. The greened-copper stepping stones were already lost beneath feet of rushing water, and the wrought iron bridges shattered as I passed. I knew a tidal wave would be coming, and a dark cloaked presence had brought this upon my city. I was chasing him - the streets were flooded and I leapt from awning to awning as the torrents of rain came down so I could barely see the figure fleeing before me. I slipped, and tumbled from the slick overhang, barely grasping the ledge, feet swinging desperately, and woke up.
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Date: 2010-01-28 08:47 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2010-01-28 11:43 pm (UTC)From:I remember that I had some kind of dreams last night. That's about it :-P
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