This is an interesting chapter in that it doesn’t fall into any of the predetermined categories. It’s more like a dream scrapbook, moving from Ronan to the Gray Man to Adam in quick succession. This format was so daunting, in fact, that I took a 2 week break from doing any work with regards to this blog and now I feel like a big idiot who does nothing but sleep and watch YouTube videos. But we all knew that was true even before I stopped reading Dream Thieves, so I don’t know what I was so worried about.
We start off with Ronan’s dreams, which are naturally the most exciting:
It was a massive old forest, oaks and sycamores pushing up through the cold mountain soil. Leaves skittered in the breeze. Ronan could feel the size of the mountain under his feet. The oldness of it. Far below there was a heartbeat that wrapped around the world, slower and stronger and more inexorable than his own.
When I dream, it’s usually about missing class. This is infinitely more interesting.
The trees are calling him Greywaren in Latin and everything is ominous and rustly, so Ronan calls out for a girl. I’m not exaggerating, he says “Girl?” and then she appears. She’s been around since Ronan was a kid, big when he was little and now vice versa. She talks to him in Latin and helps him make things real so he can take them home. He calls her Orphan Girl.
In the time it’s taken for Ronan to describe Orphan Girl, he’s dreamt hundreds of hornets to crawl all over his hands. But this is a dream, and Ronan is the king, and when he decides they aren’t hornets, they aren’t. Now they’re ladybugs, and Ronan is moving forward in the dream.
He scratches on a rock: the trees speak Latin. He grabs a replica of Kavinsky’s sunglasses to take back with him, to prolong the game. The Orphan Girl asks Ronan to take her with him, but he wakes up instead.
Then we’re thrown into the mind of the Gray Man, who is dreaming of a stabbing. He’s never the victim; first he’s the wounds themselves, then he’s the one doing the stabbing, and then he moves on to be the knife itself. That’s weird enough to jar him out of sleep, but remember, this is our Gray Man. Ever the pragmatist. He just rolls over and goes back to bed.
And then, last, Adam. Adam’s not even sleeping.
Curled on the mattress, he covered his face with his summer-hot arm. Sometimes, if he blocked his mouth and nose, just this side of suffocation, sleep would overthrow him.
He’s doing the immensely pleasurable thing we all do while we’re trying to go sleep where we think about every awkward and horrible things we did the day before. Adam is thinking about when he lost his temper in front of Blue, and when he sacrificed himself, and whether he even deserves to be alive. You know, everyday stuff.
Basically, everyone else gets to dream instead of Adam. What a surprise.
Thoughts and Feelings:
Here’s the thing about this chapter: it’s almost entirely contenders for my best turn of phrase category. It’s a transitional chapter to get us away from the exposition and into the action, and it’s beautifully written. But it’s ultimately unsatisfying. I didn’t learn anything from these characters that I didn’t already know.
Was it cool? Yeah. Did I get Harry Potter’s Nagini dream from Order of the Phoenix vibes from the Gray Man’s knife dream? Yeah, obviously. But did it enhance my understanding of the story or the characters within it? No, not particularly.
Now in the interest of getting my Ulysses reading done in time for class today, I’m going to cut this short. But an apology is due for being so lax about this, and to compensate for that I’ll be doing another life update complete with pictures very soon! Not that anyone cares, but it does make me feel better.
Best Character Moment:
Time was a circle, a rut, a worn tape Ronan never got tired of playing.
Best Turn of Phrase:
He had been here before, lots of times. He’d grown up with this recurring dream forest. Its roots were tangled in his veins.
Action: Other than several stab wounds and a pair of sunglasses, I have nothing to show for reading this chapter. 3/10
Magic: Dream forest! 7/10
Comic Relief: I laughed at nothing but my own jokes. It’s not a rare occurrence, but it is disappointing. 4/10