What's my super power?
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taratemimaDreaming up whole story arcs for any television series.
A very young girl with dark hair and the Pretender (you remember that show right?) were lead into an antique pink roadster by a fragile-looking, stringy haired blonde woman and a skinny, not-so-much-fragile-as-brittle man with dark curly hair. The first room they stop in is a library, in a room as small as a closet, but packed with books. I think I was there too, as a high school student lead into this adventure, who had previously tried to keep up on an algerba course she somehow missed a lot of classes of (I often have those dreams too, of attending classes where I am far behind and not being sure how). I notice the Harvard classic books series.
"We don't read them much," she says, "but we have a subscription to an on-line version (which in the dream, is much like an on-line subscription to the OED, and I understood it as about as expensive for an individual)."
I saw my old writings, and was surprised. "How did you find these?" "Oh, we collect all the original manuscripts of authors we like." That's a little vain, but I am allowed. It's my dream.
I understood the two people as brother and sister. Somehow, I got the sense they were having an incestous relationship.
Switch to the dark haired man arguing with his boss. Apparently, he thought his mother was spreading rooms that he had several different fatal diseases. His boss wasn't sure what he was talking about, since he heard no such thing. The setting was rarified, but I had a feeling that the brother had a relatively menial job: bookseller or cashier at a classical sheet music store.
Switch to a scene with the mother, still well preserved, with thick dark hair in a retro-style flip and a garnet dress suit. She is making a 'phone' of a ruler, two spools and thread. I wasn't sure, but it was almost as if she believed something that looked like a phone would work like one. She talks to it like she is talking to her son's boss, telling him that her son, I'm sorry to say, has advanced syphilis.
After awaking more plots came up: the mother making the little girl buy different kinds of peanut butter, jam, and bread; the son making timid but creepy moves on the little girl, resulting in her hitting him in a sensitive place with her bookbag; the mother being associated with the Organiyza, assassinating her husband when he was starting to suspect she was siphoning off his funds, her paranoid plots against people he wanted to curry favor with and seducing his son to boot; the daughter's delusions involving books where she can escape and become invisible; the little girl being a daughter of a biracial ex-prostitute/retiring hitwoman/future office drone who was shot and killed by a man with a vendetta, but not before slipping a will, a videotape and a brown-paper package to her little girl.
In the end, there is a gun battle between the mother and the Organizya on loan and the Pretender. The son was already shot and killed, the daughter is hiding in the closet, I had since escaped back to school, and the little girl is hiding under a cabient. Fortunately, the police come (thanks to the little girl and her cell phone, a gift from her mother, only to be used in emergencies) with the Pretender slipping away. Some information leaked out that the dead husband was a contributor to the project that made the Pretender what he is.
After a while, the little girl watches the video tape. Her mother explains her reasons, her life story, how she got into prostitution because that was the only way a runaway could make money, how she made the decision to stop after giving birth to the daughter, how she got a contract as a part of a 'clean-up crew,' rising to the position of hitwoman. She managed to get an office drone job with a shady company through her contacts, figuring that it was steady job with benefits, one that can afford an apartment for her and her daughter. Her last hit was to get some money for the first and last plus school clothes for her daughter.
Another character came in, estranged from his sister, with tangled issues of loyalty, Israel, abortion, and cults. But that is another story.
A very young girl with dark hair and the Pretender (you remember that show right?) were lead into an antique pink roadster by a fragile-looking, stringy haired blonde woman and a skinny, not-so-much-fragile-as-brittle man with dark curly hair. The first room they stop in is a library, in a room as small as a closet, but packed with books. I think I was there too, as a high school student lead into this adventure, who had previously tried to keep up on an algerba course she somehow missed a lot of classes of (I often have those dreams too, of attending classes where I am far behind and not being sure how). I notice the Harvard classic books series.
"We don't read them much," she says, "but we have a subscription to an on-line version (which in the dream, is much like an on-line subscription to the OED, and I understood it as about as expensive for an individual)."
I saw my old writings, and was surprised. "How did you find these?" "Oh, we collect all the original manuscripts of authors we like." That's a little vain, but I am allowed. It's my dream.
I understood the two people as brother and sister. Somehow, I got the sense they were having an incestous relationship.
Switch to the dark haired man arguing with his boss. Apparently, he thought his mother was spreading rooms that he had several different fatal diseases. His boss wasn't sure what he was talking about, since he heard no such thing. The setting was rarified, but I had a feeling that the brother had a relatively menial job: bookseller or cashier at a classical sheet music store.
Switch to a scene with the mother, still well preserved, with thick dark hair in a retro-style flip and a garnet dress suit. She is making a 'phone' of a ruler, two spools and thread. I wasn't sure, but it was almost as if she believed something that looked like a phone would work like one. She talks to it like she is talking to her son's boss, telling him that her son, I'm sorry to say, has advanced syphilis.
After awaking more plots came up: the mother making the little girl buy different kinds of peanut butter, jam, and bread; the son making timid but creepy moves on the little girl, resulting in her hitting him in a sensitive place with her bookbag; the mother being associated with the Organiyza, assassinating her husband when he was starting to suspect she was siphoning off his funds, her paranoid plots against people he wanted to curry favor with and seducing his son to boot; the daughter's delusions involving books where she can escape and become invisible; the little girl being a daughter of a biracial ex-prostitute/retiring hitwoman/future office drone who was shot and killed by a man with a vendetta, but not before slipping a will, a videotape and a brown-paper package to her little girl.
In the end, there is a gun battle between the mother and the Organizya on loan and the Pretender. The son was already shot and killed, the daughter is hiding in the closet, I had since escaped back to school, and the little girl is hiding under a cabient. Fortunately, the police come (thanks to the little girl and her cell phone, a gift from her mother, only to be used in emergencies) with the Pretender slipping away. Some information leaked out that the dead husband was a contributor to the project that made the Pretender what he is.
After a while, the little girl watches the video tape. Her mother explains her reasons, her life story, how she got into prostitution because that was the only way a runaway could make money, how she made the decision to stop after giving birth to the daughter, how she got a contract as a part of a 'clean-up crew,' rising to the position of hitwoman. She managed to get an office drone job with a shady company through her contacts, figuring that it was steady job with benefits, one that can afford an apartment for her and her daughter. Her last hit was to get some money for the first and last plus school clothes for her daughter.
Another character came in, estranged from his sister, with tangled issues of loyalty, Israel, abortion, and cults. But that is another story.
