I just had a dream where I woke up in the middle of the night and thought, AWESOME!. So I think that's enough reason to be blogging it in the middle of the night (before I forget too much of it). Unfortunately, a lot of it seems to hinge on being familiar with Huron High School and the works of Christopher Brookmyre. So... my sister might like it.

There was a siege at Huron High School. I'm not sure how we knew it was going on, since we didn't see any of the bad guys. I may have been getting reports on a PDA or reading about it on my laptop or something. I knew that they had singled me out as being one of the most dangerous people in the school (???) and that they were looking for me. This may have been for my awesome Internet powers, as I remember. I had been in a large open room like a gymnasium or cafeteria, but I pulled into a smaller room, like a copy room or locker room that was just off that large one. I was talking to my friend, an older black lady, about the situation when suddenly the police started pouring into the room. We were elated because help had arrived, but I encouraged her to keep quiet. All of a sudden, the Army rappelled down from the ceiling and there was a shoot-out between the two groups. The Army won and my friend was excited, but I pointed out gravely that one of those groups had turned out to be impostors disguised as people we should trust... and that because they were impostors, we had no idea which side had won out.

The stand-off was apparently over because we were dismissed. For the next part of the dream, I was in a building just across the river from Huron. I was watching the school with binoculars as they reported on the radio about another siege, which may or may not have been a continuation of the first one. The radio wasn't sure either. I could see people through the window - both the panicked teachers and students and their captors, who were dressed in black spandex catsuits and hockey masks à la Jason. They started talking about me again on the radio and suddenly I was there at the school again. I was on one of the outside areas (sorry, you'll only know this if you know Huron) like the ones just outside the cafeteria or the library. This one was on the outside of the school, though - on the side by the river. The school was also sort of on a mountain, because this area was on top of a rock face that went right down to the river. There were quite a few people there, but none of the masked ones. They may not have found the area yet or they may not have felt it significant enough to post a guard. I was talking to my friend (now some guy) about the situation and then he started talking to the guy behind me about it. When I turned around, I realized it was one of the hockey mask guys and that they had found us/me. I guess my friend had asked who they were, because the masked guy proudly announced that the mastermind behind it was someone named "de Xavia." (His voice sounded like Chrispy's!)

My jaw dropped and I think I exclaimed, "de Xavia?! That's so cool!" with a big grin on my face. I suddenly realized I was in the next Christopher Brookmyre novel. I really wanted to ask this guy what else was going to happen in the book. My exclamation had caught his attention and he turned and looked at me now. He pushed his hockey mask back up onto the top of his head and I realized he was pretty cute, in a tan surferish California sort of way. (It wasn't until I woke up that I realized he matched the description of de Xavia's boyfriend Zal...)

Zal was impressed that I had heard of de Xavia and asked how I was familiar with her. I sort of shrugged it off and said, "Oh, you know, I'm well-acquainted with the criminal underworld." He raised an eyebrow and laughed along with me. I had to try hard to avoid saying, "Well, I've read ALL the books... I'm just the BIGGEST FAN..." I had another thought and asked Zal, "Is Jack Parlabane in this?" He tapped his nose to signify "yes" and I grinned hugely and exclaimed, "That's AWESOME!" because Brookmyre was bringing together two of his protagonists in the same book. (I still had the same grin when I woke up!) However, I suddenly realized that by drawing Zal's attention (well, in addition to my l33t Internetting sk1llz, apparently), I had secured my place in the book as yet another unsuspecting normal person drawn into Christopher Brookmyre's world of crime and intrigue. I then realized that I had absolutely no idea what to do next (whereas his characters are usually driven or forced into action), and I kind of wanted to ask Zal if he had any suggestions...

srah - Friday, 16 September 2005 - 4:49 AM
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Comments (6)

gravatar katie - September 16, 2005 - 7:46 AM -

Bummer. I wanted to find out if it was the police or the army guys who were the imposters. :(

gravatar Anonymous - September 16, 2005 - 8:18 AM -

Man. That's all I have to say. Man.

gravatar srah - September 16, 2005 - 2:17 PM -

I suspect that it was the army guys. I have the feeling that the bad guys had control of the building even when we were allowed to leave.

gravatar Not Your MOM - September 16, 2005 - 6:33 PM -

Is this a sad comment on your life that it is so dull you resort to blogging about dreams? Didn't anything happen in your REAL life that we can hear about? :-)

gravatar srah - September 17, 2005 - 10:43 AM -

Nope. My dreams are more exciting.

gravatar Allison - September 17, 2005 - 12:49 PM -

Dreams would be so much cooler than real life if there were soundtracks to go along with them.

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