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fantastic_jackie) wrote2007-11-22 10:43 am
fantastic_jackie) wrote2007-11-22 10:43 am
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Thankful for no Voldemort
I just woke up from a terrifying nightmare in which Voldemort was real. @_@
He'd taken over the UK and had arrived in America; we Muggles knew everything thanks to the CIA whose last operation of informing the public ended in their obliteration.
All the wizards and witches had been captured, killed , or forced to work as Death Eaters. Practically everything we said about the US Constitution/Government, feeling sorry for those in the UK/witches/wizards, nostalgic memories of The Past, and whispers of rebellion/what it'd be like without Voldie was taboo, resulting in an immediate Avade Kedavra of you or a family member/friend or a slow, excruciating Cruciatus Curse by means of death.
By default, I became the underground movement's leader. The NA did exist, and I was a part of it. However, my team had been entirely captured as had the leaders of the organization. (For those of you that don't know, the Nameless Agency is a spy society from my original story The Man.) It was up to me to devise a plan to kill Voldemort, and talking about in circles without ever finishing my sentences was infuritating. Not to mention my constant thoughts of, "I'm really not qualified for this!"
The plan ended up being that while Voldemort was on a casino cruise ship "entertaining" some important members of our society (aka, members of Congress) that we would stop at no ends to ensure his death. Backup plan after backup plan was hatched. My main sickening worry, however, was that Voldemort would Disapparate. So we settled on two plans: blow the entire ship to pieces thus taking out about half of Congress as well, or snipe him and hope he couldn't block it. Sniping became plan A after Major Samantha Carter (from Stargate SG:1) insisted it could prevent casualties, but someone had to determine if it would work: that someone was me.
So my mission was to sneak on board and get close to Voldie without being detected to find if he had a shield of some sort. He did have one, I discovered after a very suspensful "30 minutes," and I had to get him out of its protective embrace.
"One day, our children will know freedom," I dumbly said. But Voldemort dumbly stepped forward out of his stationary shield's protection to address me with his wand. The last thing I heard, because I suddenly couldn't see, was the echoing of about 20 sniper shots, and close as I was to Voldie, the chances of me escaping getting hit by a few were slim to none.
Then I woke up. O_O And I looked for my glasses and grabbed Ace to tell y'all. A dream with The Man, Harry Potter, and aspects of Stargate SG:1.... @_@ Cool, but scary.
This Thanksgiving, I'm glad that Voldemort is not real!! And maybe that my imagination isn't real, too! XD
Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!
He'd taken over the UK and had arrived in America; we Muggles knew everything thanks to the CIA whose last operation of informing the public ended in their obliteration.
All the wizards and witches had been captured, killed , or forced to work as Death Eaters. Practically everything we said about the US Constitution/Government, feeling sorry for those in the UK/witches/wizards, nostalgic memories of The Past, and whispers of rebellion/what it'd be like without Voldie was taboo, resulting in an immediate Avade Kedavra of you or a family member/friend or a slow, excruciating Cruciatus Curse by means of death.
By default, I became the underground movement's leader. The NA did exist, and I was a part of it. However, my team had been entirely captured as had the leaders of the organization. (For those of you that don't know, the Nameless Agency is a spy society from my original story The Man.) It was up to me to devise a plan to kill Voldemort, and talking about in circles without ever finishing my sentences was infuritating. Not to mention my constant thoughts of, "I'm really not qualified for this!"
The plan ended up being that while Voldemort was on a casino cruise ship "entertaining" some important members of our society (aka, members of Congress) that we would stop at no ends to ensure his death. Backup plan after backup plan was hatched. My main sickening worry, however, was that Voldemort would Disapparate. So we settled on two plans: blow the entire ship to pieces thus taking out about half of Congress as well, or snipe him and hope he couldn't block it. Sniping became plan A after Major Samantha Carter (from Stargate SG:1) insisted it could prevent casualties, but someone had to determine if it would work: that someone was me.
So my mission was to sneak on board and get close to Voldie without being detected to find if he had a shield of some sort. He did have one, I discovered after a very suspensful "30 minutes," and I had to get him out of its protective embrace.
"One day, our children will know freedom," I dumbly said. But Voldemort dumbly stepped forward out of his stationary shield's protection to address me with his wand. The last thing I heard, because I suddenly couldn't see, was the echoing of about 20 sniper shots, and close as I was to Voldie, the chances of me escaping getting hit by a few were slim to none.
Then I woke up. O_O And I looked for my glasses and grabbed Ace to tell y'all. A dream with The Man, Harry Potter, and aspects of Stargate SG:1.... @_@ Cool, but scary.
This Thanksgiving, I'm glad that Voldemort is not real!! And maybe that my imagination isn't real, too! XD
Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!
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Happy Thanksgiving to you too!
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Thanks! It was - we got SNOW! I hope yours was as delicious as mine was!
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I could make such a crackfic! But I have to finish another one.... ^^
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I dunno how much of a writer you are, but about a literal third of what I write is spawned from my own nightmares. I get excited when I have them. True, they're terrifying at the time, and some of them are so emotional that there's nothing to get excited about, but for the most part, my nightmares are action-packed with a plot of some sort. And maybe the details don't quite work out, but there's a timeline! The Man is based entirely off of a dream I had as is The Zeith - two of my original works.
So in my opinion, nightmares are cool! The best writing fodder! =D And really, they should be thought of such, right? Your mind takes so many random things, shoves them together, and then tries to make sense of it all at the same time: it's cool to see what your subconscious can come up with to bridge it all together while you're fast asleep.
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I mainly get my inspiration for stories from things that have happened to me, my family members or friends. I also get inspired by songs, my imagination will run wild (literally) and sometimes I get inspired from other people's works.
I agree with you about nightmares being really good writing fodder. Then again, dreams can be really good writing fodder as well. Now that I think about it, some of the best stories and novels were probably inspired from nightmares and/or dreams.