This started a couple weeks ago when I had a dream. In this dream, a giant dog was destroying cities. By giant, I mean this dog could have easily chewed up Godzilla. All of our guns and bombs were useless against it. But then, this old guy from a retirement home stepped up and wrestled it into submission, or maybe killed it. This turned out to be an immortal Gilgamesh, who had just been laying low for the last few thousand years.
I woke up, and in
my semi-wakeful grogginess, I thought it would make a perfect story. I did notice the issue that Gilgamesh didn’t
become immortal in his Epic, but figured he just didn’t want to have to deal
with everyone bugging him on how to be immortal, so the version of the story he
told was that he didn’t become immortal.
I then tried to go back to sleep.
Later, after I had
gotten up, I remembered this idea for a story.
But being fully awake, I started finding flaws in the idea. Like, where did this enormous dog come
from? Even if Gilgamesh was immortal,
how did he have the strength to wrestle this million-ton dog? And how could someone like Gilgamesh just lay
low for thousands of years?
This kind of thing
happens to me a couple of times a month.
I’ll wake from a weird dream thinking it’ll make a great story, only to realize
once I’ve woken up that it doesn’t even make sense as a dream. And I wondered if there was a term for this …
situation. After some thought, I came up
with Fool’s Stories, as in things that look like stories, only to realize
they’re not. Like how Pyrite is
sometimes called Fool’s Gold. Or, should
they be called PyWrites?
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