Sleepfest/Dreamfest 2004
Mar. 8th, 2004 02:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oneirophreniaNothing feels as good as ten hours of pure, comatose sleep after a long weekend of carousing and wandering about.
Somewhere in the midst of that oneiric odyssey, a rather odd dream came up. I've been rather psyched to see the new film Troy for some time now, as I've always had a thing for Homer--more so the Odyssey than the Iliad, but in these sad days of widespread Classical ignorance, you prettymuch have to take what you can get. So a film adaptation of the sack of Troy will hopefully fill in a bit of that void. I recently read a wonderful sci-fi novel by Dan Simmons called Ilium that prettymuch revolved around humanity's godlike, semirobotic descendants recreating the battle of Troy just for the hell of it, so between these two influences somehow my subconscious produced this:
There I was, in the camp of the Akhaians, drinking myself silly with Akhilleos and his gang of fuckin' thugs. Apparently, according to the dreamlogic, I had been called back through time to bear witness to Akhilleos' heroics--but there wasn't much heroics going on with that inebriated prettyboy at the time. So I meanered out into the camp...but it wasn't the Argives camp outside the tent of Mr. Big himself...it was Bloomfield. And Troy, apparently, was just downtown Pittsburgh with a big wall around it.
So far, that's really all I remember about it...but some of the imagery was pretty fantastic: the huge iron wall surrounding downtown, the towers of Iliumburgh rising up out of the dark, lit up by the fires of the Trojans. Freakin' bizarre, but I know I have to do something about it now. Maybe build this image into a story about a nanotech plague that rewrites human neurons with personality templates derived from Classical Greek literature and thereby recreates the past with a distinctly Mad Max/Blade Runner feel to it.
My mind works in mysterious, oftimes incomprehensible ways.
Somewhere in the midst of that oneiric odyssey, a rather odd dream came up. I've been rather psyched to see the new film Troy for some time now, as I've always had a thing for Homer--more so the Odyssey than the Iliad, but in these sad days of widespread Classical ignorance, you prettymuch have to take what you can get. So a film adaptation of the sack of Troy will hopefully fill in a bit of that void. I recently read a wonderful sci-fi novel by Dan Simmons called Ilium that prettymuch revolved around humanity's godlike, semirobotic descendants recreating the battle of Troy just for the hell of it, so between these two influences somehow my subconscious produced this:
There I was, in the camp of the Akhaians, drinking myself silly with Akhilleos and his gang of fuckin' thugs. Apparently, according to the dreamlogic, I had been called back through time to bear witness to Akhilleos' heroics--but there wasn't much heroics going on with that inebriated prettyboy at the time. So I meanered out into the camp...but it wasn't the Argives camp outside the tent of Mr. Big himself...it was Bloomfield. And Troy, apparently, was just downtown Pittsburgh with a big wall around it.
So far, that's really all I remember about it...but some of the imagery was pretty fantastic: the huge iron wall surrounding downtown, the towers of Iliumburgh rising up out of the dark, lit up by the fires of the Trojans. Freakin' bizarre, but I know I have to do something about it now. Maybe build this image into a story about a nanotech plague that rewrites human neurons with personality templates derived from Classical Greek literature and thereby recreates the past with a distinctly Mad Max/Blade Runner feel to it.
My mind works in mysterious, oftimes incomprehensible ways.
