I dreamed that I was editing my Big Bang fic, only it wasn't the one I'd written. It was...it was some amazing, strange fusion of Supernatural and the works of Lewis Carroll, a classic heroic journey, the story of Dean, and there was the hunting of the jabberwock and a profusion of psychedelic imagery, and this beautifully clear picture in my head of Dean throwing his head back and laughing long and loud and joyful... (Something I doubt we'll see in canon for a long, long time...) The funny thing was that in my dream I could remember writing the story, so it all felt familiar, and as I'd be going over a passage I'd be thinking something like, "Oh, I remember this part. I thought it was going to be good when I wrote it the first time," stuff like that. But toward the end I started to get a little suspicious and was all "Hey, is this actually my Big Bang story? I think I remember writing something much more pedestrian and ordinary and nowhere near as cool..."
I got so anxious about it that I woke myself up, and then I remembered the story I had actually written and was quite disappointed with myself. Which just goes to show that even in my dreams, I'm still an insecure feedback whore.
Sigh.
But now I sincerely do want someone to write an SPN/Lewis Carroll fusion. I mean... The Hunting of the Snark? Someone is already on this, right? The whole Jabberwocky poem would be so lovely as a story of Dean and John, all snicker-snack and with its head he went galumphing back, and the father's joyful approval of it all.
Ah, I am verklempt at the thought. ::sniffles::
I got so anxious about it that I woke myself up, and then I remembered the story I had actually written and was quite disappointed with myself. Which just goes to show that even in my dreams, I'm still an insecure feedback whore.
Sigh.
But now I sincerely do want someone to write an SPN/Lewis Carroll fusion. I mean... The Hunting of the Snark? Someone is already on this, right? The whole Jabberwocky poem would be so lovely as a story of Dean and John, all snicker-snack and with its head he went galumphing back, and the father's joyful approval of it all.
Ah, I am verklempt at the thought. ::sniffles::