I had the coolest dream last night.
I dreamed that I was in some kind of a steampunk/regency universe–basically, everyone dressed up like the Victorian era and fought with fencing sabers. I was contracted to go and fight the phantom of the opera, who for some reason was holed up in the JFSB (except, it wasn’t exactly the JFSB, just somewhat analogous). The phantom had a whole bunch of cronies and thugs, and I had to fight them in order to get to him. Unfortunately, I lost, and his thugs disarmed me and took me prisoner.
Just then, my wife (future wife–I’m not married or engaged right now) came in to rescue me. The dream panned out so that I was seeing it from her perspective (previously, it had been a sort of detached 3rd person). She snuck up on the guy guarding the door and stabbed him in the back with a dagger. Leaving him to die, she jumped into the JFSB where I was (you know the part underneath the big glass facade, three stories below the English department, where the spiral stairs are…except there were no spiral stairs in the dream, just some old dirty couches), and started this awesome swordfight. She cut down a couple of guys, then attacked the guard holding me captive–and killed him by thrusting her sword through his throat.
It was pretty cool. 😛 Totally reminded me of Vin from Mistborn. What a woman!
When I woke up from the dream, I wanted to go write some steampunk. If/whenever I get around to writing a steampunk novel, I definitely want a strong female character who can do that kind of stuff. Through the throat. What a way to go! Suffocate on your own blood while your opponent walks away, leaving you to die. It’s bad enough getting stabbed in the stomach, but the throat–that takes style. And improvisation. Cool.