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22 March 2003 @ 06:47 am
Dream Diary: Spike  
As the dream starts, the entire Buffy gang is spending the night in an overcrowded caravan--so overcrowded that a heap of five or six people are sharing the surface of a bed. Somewhere in the room, a woman is giving painful birth with her belly splitting open redly, rather like a Jaffa's when the Gou'ald parasite is surfacing. I head to the bed and cuddle next to Spike. He's sitting morosely against the wall, legs drawn up to his chest, arms wrapped around himself with deathlike rigidity. I tell him he can relax, and end up pulling his stiff body to rest against my knees--if you've seen that episode where Scully does the same for a shivering Mulder, you'll get a perfect visual. He slowly relaxes, and I rub his incredibly muscular back and essentially feel him up for a very long time.

Later, Spike has climbed high atop a free-standing trapeze platform planted within a crowd of hundreds of kids, and he's playing an electric guitar and doing a rendition of Jimi Hendrix's "All Along the Watchtower." (He sings much better than James Marsters.) He sings one more song after that, and when he's done a nerd in the crowd wants to make a request. Spike scoffs, but the guy pulls out a checkbook and starts writing checks, first for a few bucks, which Spike turns down, then for fifty thousand dollars. But Spike repeatedly holds out for a million, and the guy finally capitulates. "And it has to clear," Spike says mildly. "I can give you my Swiss bank account number." The crowd titters in pleasure. Bested, the kid sighs. "You can transmit it through your laptop," Spike says, "And I'll read it through my PDA." Kid transmits the funds. When Spike confirms it has arrived he says, right then, what'll it be?

Spike proceeds to croon "Mandy" to invisible karaoke accompaniment. Except that the background music must be magically adapting itself to his performance, because he riffs this rich, soulful, painful version--he's thinking the entire time of Dru--and also the lyrics are rather different. Whatever it is, it's definitely Manilow.

The police arrive as Spike finishes. He escapes through a window, scales down the exterior wall, and runs to the caravan, where he retreats to a back room after snarking with Cordelia. In the room he spots her Godiva chocolate truffles and begins eating them in revenge.

Through the open door, Spike is spotted by a floppy-haired man who has just seen him sing. In wide-eyed awe, the man comes back and starts getting fannish. Also in the room now are about seven or eight girls--think of them as potentials if you like--who are hanging with Spike. One makes an unclear remark, something about giving a blow job with chocolate. Taking this as a dare, Spike coolly drops to his knees in front of their visitor and, mouth coated with melted chocolate, blows him in front of the gaggle of girls, who watch avidly for pointers. As he's coming, the man asks the girls if Spike ever vomits, but Spike swallows. Man, breathless and grateful, says that it's been seven years. Spike: "About damn time, then." Man apologizes and says that it's a shame Spike is going to die. Spike: eh? Man says he's been poisoned. Spike asks what the fuck? Man says, "Oh, I'm quite mad, you see."

Spike rears back on his heels in disgust and speculates in a tired, resigned voice that it's arsenic. He knows he won't die but says to the man, "You're going to be hurt quite a lot now. I hope it will be Buffy. I always like to watch that." He tells someone to get the others, and a girl runs to collect Buffy, Willow, Xander, Giles, Riley, et al. They troop in and after some back-and-forth Willow does something painful to the man's dick to get him to tell what the poisons are, and on hearing the list reassures Spike that he'll live. Adds, "Though I'm beginning to figure out how the posion was transmitted, and yuch." Buffy doesn't get it. Spike barks to the room: "None of you say a word! Don't tell and she'll never figure it out." Buffy, pouty: "I will too!"

Spike groans and flops back on the floor and begins to have seizures.

You might think I made this dream up or at least embellished parts of it, but you'd be wrong, wrong, wrong.
 
 
 
in search of a clever byline: wall10zlaine on March 22nd, 2003 07:17 am (UTC)
You might think I made this dream up or at least embellished parts of it, but you'd be wrong, wrong, wrong.

My initial 8-yr-old response always is "She's making that up" while giggling...

It's like someone tossed bits of what you've thought, said and seen the past week and tossed it in a blender and it spat out a story--in the most unbelievably entertaining way.

God, what the dreams you don't remember must be like...

Anna S.eliade on March 22nd, 2003 09:16 am (UTC)
It's like someone tossed bits of what you've thought, said and seen the past week and tossed it in a blender

Well, they say that's what dreams are. {g} I can't always identify the source of a surreal element, but there were a few in this one that seemed obvious--I mean, "Mandy." That's just so fucked up.

and it spat out a story--in the most unbelievably entertaining way.

Well, I've been writing down my dreams for a long time now, so I've gotten pretty polished at it, when I try. I used to think of what I wrote as merely a record for myself, and would write in much greater detail to capture every little nuance, but now I tend to think more of the narrative and the audience, because if I wrote down everything, it'd be far more boring. Stuff I left out of this one: details of that the man looked like, descriptions of rooms and furniture, a whole weird interlude with a club of women that had nothing to do with Spike, etc. ;)
Akashaakasha9 on March 22nd, 2003 07:56 am (UTC)
Remembering your dreams
Hi there,
I'm just one of your run of the mill LJ stalkers. I just had to comment on this. I am amazed with how you are able to remember your dreams and then describe them so vividly and with such detail. How the hell do you do that? My best guess was that you must have been making it up, given that you are a writer but according to you, you’re not. That’s so unreal.
Oh, to live a day in the life of Eliade’s dreams.
Anna S.eliade on March 22nd, 2003 09:23 am (UTC)
Re: Remembering your dreams
I'm just one of your run of the mill LJ stalkers.

::waves, smiles::

I just had to comment on this. I am amazed with how you are able to remember your dreams and then describe them so vividly and with such detail. How the hell do you do that?

I don't always remember my dreams. I forget more than I remember. But sometimes I'll have this run of dreams that I do remember--they usually come in bunches. I don't have a trick, like programming myself to remember them. They say you can do that, but I've never tried. I have, however, written down a lot of dreams over the years, and one thing that does help is to wake up, stumble to turn on the computer, and keep my mind utterly blank until I can write, because if I try to make it cohere in my mind before I'm writing, it'll warp and slip away.

My best guess was that you must have been making it up, given that you are a writer but according to you, you’re not. That’s so unreal.

My conscious fantasies are far more cliched. {g} Like I just said to 10zlaine above, the way I write dreams now can make them seem sort of narratively facile, but in fact I left out tons of boring detail that probably would have made it come across more dreamlike. Like if I'd tried to describe the man accurately, I'd have actually said: "A floppy-haired man with curls, sort of like a young Gene Wilder, except more fine-boned and even ethereal--not pretty, but kind of fox-like, with sharp eyes. He reminded me of some actor, but I can't think who; don't think it's anyone I've seen in a film or show recently."

So you can see where I've tried to keep the flow and make it more readable and storylike. {g}

Akashaakasha9 on March 24th, 2003 07:01 am (UTC)
Re: Remembering your dreams
::waves back::

I've tried to write down my dreams before, although I have to use a pen and paper because just thinking about turning on the computer would cause the dream to disintegrate.

I thought I'd also add that I just love your writing style. It's nice to see that not everyone is completely illiterate these days. *grin*

I'll be stalking ya,
Ciao
Annetobyfan on March 22nd, 2003 08:06 am (UTC)
You sure do have some elaborate dreams. Must come from your fruitful imagination. ;)

And this --

>(He sings much better than James Marsters.)

almost made me spit out my drink.
harmonyfb: vampire prettyharmonyfb on March 22nd, 2003 08:21 am (UTC)
Wow. How come I don't have cool dreams like that? Where do I sign up?

I dreamed I was back in high school last night...and if you identified that as a stress-induced nightmare, you'd be correct. I'll trade for the Spike-cuddling/Spike blowjob dream.
[Law]treacle_a on March 22nd, 2003 10:59 am (UTC)
The part where Buffy pouts and says: "I will too!" made me big-belly-laugh. The fact that you dream about Buffy so clearly doesn't seem strange at all (although I'm gratified to find that I'm not the only person who always casts herself as Mary-Sue Guest Star rather than as Scooby), no - the fact that you even dream the characters voices perfectly? That has to mean you have one hell of a gift that should be utilised immediately by the TV/Film industry. Either that, or you like to snack on fondue late at night.

I'm laying a tenner on the former.