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Dream Report
Jul. 1st, 2015 09:26 amThis dream, without actually involving any false awakenings, contained nested narratives. In the first, I am part of a small group, led by a Cadfael-like monk, investigating a witch who is menacing a village, or possibly a monastery. Our level of technology is late-medieval, but hers is roughly eighteenth-century. When we enter a flooded room (there are floating platforms to get across it), I notice a long copper wire fixed to the walls just above the waterline; there are silhouettes, like weather-cocks, made from other metal and attached to it, and I suspect some kind of trap, but before I can point it out to the monk to scenario shifts.
It's now the 1930s, and Orson Welles is making a movie on location about the local legend of the witch -- but the locale is Russia, and he and his crew are in more danger from the government than they are from any supernatural forces. The villagers, meanwhile, are just trying to survive. They know nothing of the legend of the witch; they're a completely different ethnic group whom Stalin has forcibly relocated hundreds of miles to repopulate this village, and they've got enough to contend with dealing with the difference in climate. Welles has a translator, who's actually a Canadian, one of a group of Western communists who came to Russia a few years earlier. He's a thin, greyish man, and snarky as hell, an idealist turned cynic. Welles' wife isn't any of the women he was married to irl, but she's a brunette with a photographic memory and a talent for mimicry. When he is forbidden to take pictures of officials, Welles uses her to recreate the expressions of the principals afterwards, and sketches them in a little notebook.
Without seeming to awake, I find myself describing all this to a friend, and suggesting he work it into the plot of the RPG he is planning; at the back of my mind, I worry I may be overwhelming him, as he has several projects on the go already.
It's now the 1930s, and Orson Welles is making a movie on location about the local legend of the witch -- but the locale is Russia, and he and his crew are in more danger from the government than they are from any supernatural forces. The villagers, meanwhile, are just trying to survive. They know nothing of the legend of the witch; they're a completely different ethnic group whom Stalin has forcibly relocated hundreds of miles to repopulate this village, and they've got enough to contend with dealing with the difference in climate. Welles has a translator, who's actually a Canadian, one of a group of Western communists who came to Russia a few years earlier. He's a thin, greyish man, and snarky as hell, an idealist turned cynic. Welles' wife isn't any of the women he was married to irl, but she's a brunette with a photographic memory and a talent for mimicry. When he is forbidden to take pictures of officials, Welles uses her to recreate the expressions of the principals afterwards, and sketches them in a little notebook.
Without seeming to awake, I find myself describing all this to a friend, and suggesting he work it into the plot of the RPG he is planning; at the back of my mind, I worry I may be overwhelming him, as he has several projects on the go already.
