Yes, I do build universes in my head
Mar. 1st, 2006 01:25 pmOn the heels of the Buffy-esque dream from the other night comes the birth of a new piece of fiction, probably a short story. But knowing me, it will most likely grow into a novel if I keep feeding it. I don't think I can write truly short stories anymore. Sometimes I wish I could steal parts of Neil Gaiman's brain. Or visit the place where his creations are born.
The dream continued last night, becoming truly science fiction in its scope. The boyfriend of my dream-self turned out to be from a family that does not die before the claim of old age. They cannot die completely from disease or accident or injury. If they are affected by illness of any kind, it will heal quickly and completely disappear (cancer, AIDS, viruses, bacteria, etc) within days. If they are killed, they revive shortly afterwards, with a minor physical alteration and an interesting effect of amnesia on anyone who has witnessed or hears of their death: No one will remember the death. It is as if they merely recovered, survived. The only ones who would remember would be people that share a bond with them, either family or lovers. They grow old, they live slightly longer than normal people. But once the organs fail and age-death calls, that is it in that body. Spiritual rebirth, but not physical. They can bestow this gift to lovers and people with whom they share sexual fluids or blood. Which is why they very carefully choose bed partners, and why they do not donate blood. Usually they do not have condomless sex unless they want to have the relationship for a lifetime, marriage or not. Or, if it is a truly casual temporary relationship, they make sure the lover understands the gift. They have given the gift to temporary lovers with diseases or disorders, usually, so that they might heal from the conditions.
And so the dream continued, as my heroine realized that she, too, will never die from illness or injury, and will live a long happy life.
See, all this comes from inside my brain. Isn't it fabulous?
Nobody go stealing it now. Oh, maybe I shouldn't have made it public. *thinks* Hell, it's my journal. Variations on the theme have been done so many times anyway.
The dream continued last night, becoming truly science fiction in its scope. The boyfriend of my dream-self turned out to be from a family that does not die before the claim of old age. They cannot die completely from disease or accident or injury. If they are affected by illness of any kind, it will heal quickly and completely disappear (cancer, AIDS, viruses, bacteria, etc) within days. If they are killed, they revive shortly afterwards, with a minor physical alteration and an interesting effect of amnesia on anyone who has witnessed or hears of their death: No one will remember the death. It is as if they merely recovered, survived. The only ones who would remember would be people that share a bond with them, either family or lovers. They grow old, they live slightly longer than normal people. But once the organs fail and age-death calls, that is it in that body. Spiritual rebirth, but not physical. They can bestow this gift to lovers and people with whom they share sexual fluids or blood. Which is why they very carefully choose bed partners, and why they do not donate blood. Usually they do not have condomless sex unless they want to have the relationship for a lifetime, marriage or not. Or, if it is a truly casual temporary relationship, they make sure the lover understands the gift. They have given the gift to temporary lovers with diseases or disorders, usually, so that they might heal from the conditions.
And so the dream continued, as my heroine realized that she, too, will never die from illness or injury, and will live a long happy life.
See, all this comes from inside my brain. Isn't it fabulous?
Nobody go stealing it now. Oh, maybe I shouldn't have made it public. *thinks* Hell, it's my journal. Variations on the theme have been done so many times anyway.