Sweet Dreams
Jun. 26th, 2014 07:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
minavoxThis morning I was rudely awoken from a dream in which my mind somehow created a Merlin AU with elements from Karl May (lovely German author of tons of purplest prosed adventure novels with strong slashy undercurrents - well, you could easily call him the German Godfather of Slash, I guess).
It featured Arthur as a frustrated, closeted arts teacher in a sort of 50ies setting (Details are hazy, as it tends to be in dreams...). During his lessons one pupil (Merlin?) outs himself, using his teacher's former art - and then Arthur decides to stop the lying. A pupil suddenly notices that in reality he does not really look dull, but has some sharp blue eyes hiding behind some sort of permanent eye infection he never cured or cared to have cured (she also immediately thinks of an easy cure, the goodMary Sue soul, bless her - and if this doesn't scream Sir David Lindsay (a character by May) I don't know how dreams work).
Cue in forboding of dramatic outing, where Arthur digs up old paintings he did (reminding of Paul Klees works from Tanger or where it was) and asks someone in the archive to look for some quotes from Karl May's Oriental books (did I mention the slashy undercurrent - which is more of an overcurrent...) to help him along -
- and then the alarm clock went off.
Raaaah!
I guess, this happens when doing a re-read of There are no gays in football and listen to the whole Student Prince while lying in bed with a fever next to a book-shelf brimming with Karl May novels, but still: How will I ever find out how this story ends???
It featured Arthur as a frustrated, closeted arts teacher in a sort of 50ies setting (Details are hazy, as it tends to be in dreams...). During his lessons one pupil (Merlin?) outs himself, using his teacher's former art - and then Arthur decides to stop the lying. A pupil suddenly notices that in reality he does not really look dull, but has some sharp blue eyes hiding behind some sort of permanent eye infection he never cured or cared to have cured (she also immediately thinks of an easy cure, the good
Cue in forboding of dramatic outing, where Arthur digs up old paintings he did (reminding of Paul Klees works from Tanger or where it was) and asks someone in the archive to look for some quotes from Karl May's Oriental books (did I mention the slashy undercurrent - which is more of an overcurrent...) to help him along -
- and then the alarm clock went off.
Raaaah!
I guess, this happens when doing a re-read of There are no gays in football and listen to the whole Student Prince while lying in bed with a fever next to a book-shelf brimming with Karl May novels, but still: How will I ever find out how this story ends???
