Saturday, September 22, 2007

Dreams and Batman

I get a lot of questions about this blog, enough to take it as a compliment. I am due to put part two of my Bed Stuy story up here. Its half done and I just keep not finishing it, partially because I am busy, but partially because I just hate it. Its hard to justify writing that is not as good as the writing that someone could be reading. This is the bane of every failed writer and forgotten by every failing writer. Writing entails a certain amount of reverence to what you are putting down. It has the ability to reach people beyond the direct listeners. A great writer often has almost no conception of it, burns their poetry, or is so miserable they cannot look up and around.

The problem is that now that I admit all of this, a blog is just less fun. Not to insult the shockingly broad base of my readership (every time I stop posting I get talked to by the usual suspects but I get at least a few people I would have never expected). I take that as a compliment, but its hard to justify writing all of this out when I could tell most of you the same story. And I am generally better at telling.

However last night I had a really cool dream where I read a book...

Tangent: When I was a kid there was a very good cartoon series of Batman. It was remarkably well done. There was an episode where Scarecrow kept attacking Batman in his dreams.. The big question was whether Batman could essentially make his dream lucid enough to take control and fight back. Batman was able to do so when he saw a library. He rushed and grabbed a book. Turning to the first page, the letters on the page just melted off essentially. Batman knew from this that he was in a dream, he became lucid, and then won the battle by controlling the dream. Later, reminiscing his brilliance with Robin, Batman said that he knew to grab the book, because you cannot read in a dream. I have more or less believed that since that damn cartoon, at least in the sense of believing something openly is the easiest way to test its truth. So I often asserted that fact and then waited to see if people disagreed. I typically sourced the cartoon show to make sure I was not spreading lies. However one odd thing I found: I surprisingly got a lot of people who said back "You got that from Batman didn't you?" Apparently that cartoon was spreading lies all over. That was definitely the worst show of a very good series. I am also glad that I have probably now captured a top ten Google result for "Batman dreams."

The book was more or less for kids. It had pictures on the margin. As it came to a climax the text was done in columns instead of one solid block. Then the margins would stager back and forth. It became hard to read both because it was so enthralling but also because of the way it was written. To dash yet more pop culture references unique to my generation: It was remarkably similar to Tenacious D's Tribute. This too is but a tribute to the greatest kids book in the world (that said, at the time it definitely registered into my brain as clear text read like a book); I also know a volcano was involved. A volcano pretty much has to be involved for a book to be the greatest book in the world.

The dream book sort of inspired me to write more stuff in here. An ironic result since it could have just as easily highlighted how silly most of the things I write really are. Instead, I will try to put Bed-stuy up. And I can tell you about Batman and dreams. I may not interest anyone, but at least I will stop getting random demands to put up an entry: no one will read the blog in the first place.


Miranda! said...

Yay for more blogging!

Have you seen the new Batman cartoon? It is so weird. The Joker has green dreadlocks and it is definitely subpar to the old one.

And speaking of the Joker, have you seen the teaser trailer for the Dark Knight? Creeeeepy.

diaboluscat said...

I have dreams of reading books too, but mine are usually not illustrated. They have words that make sense and are brilliant. Every time I read a book in a dream, I am always amazed by how enlightening and well written it is. When I wake up, I realize that my brain had come up with words that I myself found intelligent and original, but I can never piece it together in real life: I only have snippets of gibberish.