parasite
parasite, 3764 words(possible beginning of something longer). The dream is the idea is the dream. And the dream is a nightmare, and the dream is fear. Inception/Nolanverse Batman crossover; Robert Fischer, Jonathan Crane ; Gen
The dream is the idea is the dream. And the dream is a nightmare, and the dream is fear.
Robert wakes up. He wakes up, and he goes back to sleep, and he is awake but he is dreaming. His father is there with crows on his shoulders and his face wastes away into nothing, into a skull covered in sack cloth. They are in a field he visited once as a child, and his father is there, as he was once, but now he is neutralized. He is tied to a cross, there to scare away nightmares as a nightmare.
Robert made a mistake.
Something happened in the dream, and he can't grasp it. There was a safe, there was snow. When he sees Browning again, he breaks his nose in front of half the board. Despite this, they have to accept it when he tells them he's breaking the company down and leaving. It's what father would have wanted.
And the parasite gnaws. The parasite tells him something isn't right here and there is power in the mind and the parasite is graffiti, the parasite is crop circles on the field of his mind where his father is hung on a cross and the long wheat is cut down to read SOMEONE WAS HERE.
Dreams become nightmares that are reality. He is growing confused - he is growing more clear.
He knows where he is going. Dreams have power because the mind has power. Whatever happened to him in the dream no longer matters - no longer has substance. The dream has shown him the way, and he will show everyone, see what happens when the darkest, most powerful dreams of man, the nightmares, are made real and they become the world. He will make the dream's reality in reality, experience the raw, naked fear by pulling it kicking and screaming from the subconscious.
Money buys a lot of things, and Robert has a lot of money. He also has a lot of time on his hands, now.
He reads about Freud, fixates on Jung. The collective unconscious, and there's something in that idea of archetypes and a shared layer of dreaming below reality that tugs on him, makes him almost remember some forgotten thing. Then he loses it again.
He buys a degree. He buys a change in name. He buys a new apartment with shabbier furnishings, and he tries the new name out on his tongue.
Crane. It's a bird (there are birds) and it is a simple, boiled down concept (easy to place) but it is a mask. The real face will be the archetype, will be something natural and at home in the land of dreaming because it belongs in the collective unconscious. The waking dreamers will see him and know him because he has been there in the basements of their minds, collecting dust with archaic concepts dating back to the beginning of time. He will put on a face that the core of them recognizes and cannot deny, and he will use that face to tear their nightmares into the here and now.
There are drugs, he knows, that simulate dreaming, that take you into a dream that you share with others. He knows this because Robert Fischer knows this. Robert Fischer, with his petty insecurities and structural weaknesses fades. He is a shadow, a shade. He is someone Jonathan Crane is not. Jonathan Crane has a bank account too large to be explained, even by his job as head psychiatrist at Arkham. Jonathan Crane is devastatingly intelligent and knows as much about international finance and the subtleties of corporate structure as he does about the workings of the mind. Jonathan Crane cannot always explain where his memories come from, or his lack of them. But he is a stronger man, a better man, and he is a man with a mission.
He takes the chemicals that make you share the dream and adds to them a surreal blue flower. And he makes a chemical that makes you share the nightmare, but share it only with yourself.
And he is a whole man, and he is a great man. And the parasite eats, eats, eats.
The dream is the idea is the dream. And the dream is a nightmare, and the dream is fear.
Robert wakes up. He wakes up, and he goes back to sleep, and he is awake but he is dreaming. His father is there with crows on his shoulders and his face wastes away into nothing, into a skull covered in sack cloth. They are in a field he visited once as a child, and his father is there, as he was once, but now he is neutralized. He is tied to a cross, there to scare away nightmares as a nightmare.
Robert made a mistake.
Something happened in the dream, and he can't grasp it. There was a safe, there was snow. When he sees Browning again, he breaks his nose in front of half the board. Despite this, they have to accept it when he tells them he's breaking the company down and leaving. It's what father would have wanted.
And the parasite gnaws. The parasite tells him something isn't right here and there is power in the mind and the parasite is graffiti, the parasite is crop circles on the field of his mind where his father is hung on a cross and the long wheat is cut down to read SOMEONE WAS HERE.
Dreams become nightmares that are reality. He is growing confused - he is growing more clear.
He knows where he is going. Dreams have power because the mind has power. Whatever happened to him in the dream no longer matters - no longer has substance. The dream has shown him the way, and he will show everyone, see what happens when the darkest, most powerful dreams of man, the nightmares, are made real and they become the world. He will make the dream's reality in reality, experience the raw, naked fear by pulling it kicking and screaming from the subconscious.
Money buys a lot of things, and Robert has a lot of money. He also has a lot of time on his hands, now.
He reads about Freud, fixates on Jung. The collective unconscious, and there's something in that idea of archetypes and a shared layer of dreaming below reality that tugs on him, makes him almost remember some forgotten thing. Then he loses it again.
He buys a degree. He buys a change in name. He buys a new apartment with shabbier furnishings, and he tries the new name out on his tongue.
Crane. It's a bird (there are birds) and it is a simple, boiled down concept (easy to place) but it is a mask. The real face will be the archetype, will be something natural and at home in the land of dreaming because it belongs in the collective unconscious. The waking dreamers will see him and know him because he has been there in the basements of their minds, collecting dust with archaic concepts dating back to the beginning of time. He will put on a face that the core of them recognizes and cannot deny, and he will use that face to tear their nightmares into the here and now.
There are drugs, he knows, that simulate dreaming, that take you into a dream that you share with others. He knows this because Robert Fischer knows this. Robert Fischer, with his petty insecurities and structural weaknesses fades. He is a shadow, a shade. He is someone Jonathan Crane is not. Jonathan Crane has a bank account too large to be explained, even by his job as head psychiatrist at Arkham. Jonathan Crane is devastatingly intelligent and knows as much about international finance and the subtleties of corporate structure as he does about the workings of the mind. Jonathan Crane cannot always explain where his memories come from, or his lack of them. But he is a stronger man, a better man, and he is a man with a mission.
He takes the chemicals that make you share the dream and adds to them a surreal blue flower. And he makes a chemical that makes you share the nightmare, but share it only with yourself.
And he is a whole man, and he is a great man. And the parasite eats, eats, eats.