Magnus Lightwood-Bane (immortalmagnus) wrote in valarnet, @ 2014-03-08 01:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | alec lightwood, magnus bane |
My dreams seem to have moved, permanently, into the twentieth century and spanned seven decades in one night.
Apparently during Prohibition in the twenties, I owned a speakeasy that was often raided by the police then I housed most of its regulars in my hotel room, because they wouldn't leave, so I got another room upstairs for myself. Then the Stock Market crashed. And there was something about vampires and a crazy old Warlock and a demon at another hotel called the Hotel Dumont.
In the fifties, a woman came to me, asking me to find her son, Raphael. It turned out that he had been taken by a crazy old vampire, along with a group of his friends and he'd been turned. I took him back to my place with me to try and help him so that he could return to his mother. That may have been a mistake. He was a bit of a brat and of course when Ragnor showed up out of the blue, he assumed I was dating him, which scandalized him, because Raphael was quite young.
In the seventies, the vampires were acting oddly and it turned out it was because they were feeding off people who had been snorting cocaine. I saw Camille during this time and I pitied her. She was no longer the woman I had loved. It also just so happened to coincide with the Son of Sam incident.
And then in the late eighties I ran into Valentine Morgenstern and his circle, which included Alec and Isabelle's parents. At least I assume they were their parents since they're Lightwoods. Ironically, I refer to Alec as a doubtless repellent brat when Maryse mentioned their son. I tried to stop Valentine and his followers from slaughtering a family of werewolves and got stabbed in the ribs for my troubles.
My last dream, before I woke up, it was the early nineties and I was spending a nice evening at home with Tessa when a woman showed up with a baby who apparently turned out to be Clary and her mother and her mother convinced me to do the memory charm on her then.
Now that it's the nineties, I can only assume that soon my dreams will catch up to the others.