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I suppose this is what happens when I write too much.
All this TEF drops the boys and girls in my dreams sometimes. This last one was interesting.
It was kind of a zombie dream (haha, I know). I never have zombie dreams! This was new. Wasn't scary, I was a spectator (until I had to rescue some green tea jelly from the fridge so I could eat it before the zombies came) and spectated the boys and girls among the folks hiding from/fighting the zombies (who, for the record, never made an actual appearance).
Brick appears, crying for help, and, while doing so, proceeds to shoot people (yeah, he had a gun, whatevs). So Brick (who is not a zombie, but clearly has something against the, er, living) is killing people left and right, pretending to cry for help, and Blossom and Boomer (no idea where the others are) are all "D8." Blossom in particular freaks out (because it wouldn't be an sbj-related story if there wasn't any REDS HISTORY) and does something girly like run away because she can't deal with her obviously evil boyfriend/ex being all evil.
Then there is this cute interlude where he stops shooting people, reaches for a smoke (MY DREAMS, THEY'RE SO HARDCORE), and suddenly a bunch of the living are all like "O.O SMOKES! SMOOOOOOKES!" because cigs are hard to come by in any post-apocalyptic world and they freak out and, like, I dunno, attack Brick so they can has some. Yesh.
For the record, my dreams never have this much narrative flow to them. Trust me.
Case in point, dream went elsewhere after that, but somewhere between that halfway point between sleep and consciousness my mind took me back there. Brick and his gun again, killing people, swings his gun around and happens to meet Blossom point blank at the other end of it and hesitates. Obviously because this is an sbj-production and there is Reds History.
Blossom then takes advantage of that hesitation and stabs him in the heart with this giant metal rod. I realize that normally, this giant metal rod would crumple as it tries to enter his chest, unless it's doused with Antidote X (oh, Antidote X, how convenient are you), but I suppose my half-conscious brain figured that if he's firing a gun instead of his eyebeams, he probably doesn't have any powers at the moment.
So he's on the floor, all dying and stuff. Blossom's crying, but she had to do it, because that's just how she does when there is some evil dude killing people. (I know I said this was a zombie dream, sorry to disappoint you guys. Um, all the zombies went out for tea or something. Perhaps they are partaking of some Earl Grey with brain crumpets?) Brick's gaze settles on her, he sees her crying, and he reaches for her (History! History!). Whether it's out of pity or remorse (but, since this is me, it's probably because she still loves him) she kneels so he can touch her face. Then he smiles this sad little smile at her, fists his hand in her hair, and yanks her forward so the rod goes through her chest too.
Okay, I lied. The idea was definitely there, but my brain kinda discarded it because I was conscious enough to think Blossom hadn't lost her powers and she'd probably have fast enough reflexes to keep that from happening anyway. Another rewind of it had Boomer showing up at that instant and, uh, whacking (off?) Brick's arm to stop him. Sorry, look, I really have no explanation for the violence. I didn't go to bed after watching a Tarantino movie, or one of those crazy Japanese ones like Tokyo Gore Police or Versus (WHICH IS AWESOME, BTW—VAMPIRES AND ZOMBIES AND SAMURAI AND YAKUZA, I MEAN, HOW CAN YOU GO WRONG), so I really don't know where that stuff was coming from.
Anyway, the thing to take away from this is that my brain obviously considers Brick an evil bastard. But he's still my favorite of the boys.
This is a good segue into my fascination with "evil" characters, but there's a little too much to get out right now. Another post, perhaps.
It was kind of a zombie dream (haha, I know). I never have zombie dreams! This was new. Wasn't scary, I was a spectator (until I had to rescue some green tea jelly from the fridge so I could eat it before the zombies came) and spectated the boys and girls among the folks hiding from/fighting the zombies (who, for the record, never made an actual appearance).
Brick appears, crying for help, and, while doing so, proceeds to shoot people (yeah, he had a gun, whatevs). So Brick (who is not a zombie, but clearly has something against the, er, living) is killing people left and right, pretending to cry for help, and Blossom and Boomer (no idea where the others are) are all "D8." Blossom in particular freaks out (because it wouldn't be an sbj-related story if there wasn't any REDS HISTORY) and does something girly like run away because she can't deal with her obviously evil boyfriend/ex being all evil.
Then there is this cute interlude where he stops shooting people, reaches for a smoke (MY DREAMS, THEY'RE SO HARDCORE), and suddenly a bunch of the living are all like "O.O SMOKES! SMOOOOOOKES!" because cigs are hard to come by in any post-apocalyptic world and they freak out and, like, I dunno, attack Brick so they can has some. Yesh.
For the record, my dreams never have this much narrative flow to them. Trust me.
Case in point, dream went elsewhere after that, but somewhere between that halfway point between sleep and consciousness my mind took me back there. Brick and his gun again, killing people, swings his gun around and happens to meet Blossom point blank at the other end of it and hesitates. Obviously because this is an sbj-production and there is Reds History.
Blossom then takes advantage of that hesitation and stabs him in the heart with this giant metal rod. I realize that normally, this giant metal rod would crumple as it tries to enter his chest, unless it's doused with Antidote X (oh, Antidote X, how convenient are you), but I suppose my half-conscious brain figured that if he's firing a gun instead of his eyebeams, he probably doesn't have any powers at the moment.
So he's on the floor, all dying and stuff. Blossom's crying, but she had to do it, because that's just how she does when there is some evil dude killing people. (I know I said this was a zombie dream, sorry to disappoint you guys. Um, all the zombies went out for tea or something. Perhaps they are partaking of some Earl Grey with brain crumpets?) Brick's gaze settles on her, he sees her crying, and he reaches for her (History! History!). Whether it's out of pity or remorse (but, since this is me, it's probably because she still loves him) she kneels so he can touch her face. Then he smiles this sad little smile at her, fists his hand in her hair, and yanks her forward so the rod goes through her chest too.
Okay, I lied. The idea was definitely there, but my brain kinda discarded it because I was conscious enough to think Blossom hadn't lost her powers and she'd probably have fast enough reflexes to keep that from happening anyway. Another rewind of it had Boomer showing up at that instant and, uh, whacking (off?) Brick's arm to stop him. Sorry, look, I really have no explanation for the violence. I didn't go to bed after watching a Tarantino movie, or one of those crazy Japanese ones like Tokyo Gore Police or Versus (WHICH IS AWESOME, BTW—VAMPIRES AND ZOMBIES AND SAMURAI AND YAKUZA, I MEAN, HOW CAN YOU GO WRONG), so I really don't know where that stuff was coming from.
Anyway, the thing to take away from this is that my brain obviously considers Brick an evil bastard. But he's still my favorite of the boys.
This is a good segue into my fascination with "evil" characters, but there's a little too much to get out right now. Another post, perhaps.