I
might not post the next session of ‘The Council of Elrond’ today, or if I do,
it may be later than usual; I am not feeling well. In the meantime, here is a
dream I had yesterday.
I
have fallen into the habit in the past few years of recording some of my more
memorable dreams. My brother Kenny says some of them are like “picking up
signals from really great intergalactic tv”. Some of my dreams are ‘interpreted’
by the emotions I feel while having them; some I embellish and make inferences while
not quite awake. But they are recorded as honestly as I can.
I have quite a collection of my dreams now. In fact my book, A Grave on Deacon’s Peak, was based on one. I only wish I were as good at plotting while I was awake. The embellishments and implications are put in brackets.
Our protagonist, a clean-cut
galactic hero type, walks into the captured house where Worldreaver, a
super-powered alien, is holding his villainous court. This is his wont; he
selects a place on the planet he is plundering where he observes its rape and
destruction, making jokes and comments to his hangers-on. The Hero marches up
to Worldreaver and demands he stop, and is summarily killed, disintegrated. The
court laughs, even one rough old wreck who lets out a grim bark.
The hero wakes up with a
start to find himself in an unfamiliar, somehow improvised lab. There is a team
of guerillas there, who have transported him into the past, a day or even just
a few hours ago. They are not from this planet, but a coalition from many
desolated worlds. Their purpose: now because there are two of him in time, his
presence is shielded from Worldreaver. They send him and members of their group
on a mission to find or improvise a weapon and use it to destroy Worldreaver.
[Through all their adventures
the hero is put through the wringer, both with personal damage and the loss of
his comrades, who he comes to love and admire. At last, he is the only one
left, but he has the quantum bomb (a quite small device). He limps into Worldreaver’s
court before the alien arrives; he sets off no alarms or warnings. He sees
Worldreaver come in and take up his place and chaffer with his court; he sees
himself come in and challenge him. He watches himself die, an event he can’t
prevent because it will cancel out the plan. He barks a single laugh.] He is the
rough ‘old’ wreck.
With the disappearance of that
other self, Worldreaver suddenly becomes aware of the hero and his purpose. The
alien has one moment of shocked realization while the hero takes the bomb out
of his cloak. Then the hero deliberately pushes the button, and all goes white
…
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