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Meta dreams
Nov. 25th, 2002 07:32 amHad a very 80s comics concept dream. Probably due to reading bits of Brian Michael Bendis' POWERS just before going back to bed. A major female super-hero had died and all the big guns were attending the wake at this metahuman bar. The pristine, top echelon supers were upstairs doing the wake while downstairs the non-powered, street level heroes and the psychos and the dirty, ugly metas were relegated drinking and beating each other up. The mid-level, joke-like Tick-style heroes were invited to neither.
The twist was that there were no supers at all, in reality. They were all the manifestations of this alien called Apollo, who had the cliched ability to make dreams real. Everyone, from the elite supers on down, were just ordinary people who had dreams of grandeur that were given form. The reason why metas were relatively rare was that strong dreams of being metahuman were a rare psychosis. Even the plant-based superheroes (like the seductive Rose and Ivy team) were actually plants - who says vegetables don't dream?
The death of the female super-hero, however, who was one of the polysexual Apollo's lovers, made him mentally unstable, and the world of the superhero began to warp as a result, becoming nastier, more grim 'n' gritty. Down below in the bar, the street level supers and the psychos began to slaughter each other. The Tick-style heroes were the first to figure out the reality of their world, but before they could alert the elite supers, Apollo was exposed for what he was by the Superman analogue, who Apollo tried to hit on during the funeral and who knocked him out in return, and the entire world relapsed into "reality".
The story basically ended with a bunch of disillusioned losers and geeks trying to deal with the fact they were no really super after all. The bar below had dissolved into a bloodbath even after the dream had ended. One of the Tick-style heroes who had been trying to climb up the building to tell the elites had fallen to his death when his "powers" faded. Some of the elites wandered off, shaken, while some others decided to get to know each other in their real lives.
Anyway.
The twist was that there were no supers at all, in reality. They were all the manifestations of this alien called Apollo, who had the cliched ability to make dreams real. Everyone, from the elite supers on down, were just ordinary people who had dreams of grandeur that were given form. The reason why metas were relatively rare was that strong dreams of being metahuman were a rare psychosis. Even the plant-based superheroes (like the seductive Rose and Ivy team) were actually plants - who says vegetables don't dream?
The death of the female super-hero, however, who was one of the polysexual Apollo's lovers, made him mentally unstable, and the world of the superhero began to warp as a result, becoming nastier, more grim 'n' gritty. Down below in the bar, the street level supers and the psychos began to slaughter each other. The Tick-style heroes were the first to figure out the reality of their world, but before they could alert the elite supers, Apollo was exposed for what he was by the Superman analogue, who Apollo tried to hit on during the funeral and who knocked him out in return, and the entire world relapsed into "reality".
The story basically ended with a bunch of disillusioned losers and geeks trying to deal with the fact they were no really super after all. The bar below had dissolved into a bloodbath even after the dream had ended. One of the Tick-style heroes who had been trying to climb up the building to tell the elites had fallen to his death when his "powers" faded. Some of the elites wandered off, shaken, while some others decided to get to know each other in their real lives.
Anyway.
