in book one of this proposed series of Dream Detective Agency novels, special agents Brody Belvedere and Dierdre Openhouse span the Tricephallic chasm of the corpus callosum divide and go on a bewildering adventure that might just get them to where they need to be to solve the case of the missing century.
I've commenced writing this massive intergalactic adventure this morning, having had about six or seven lovely lucid interwoven and self-referential dreams last night. The spectator/participant nature of these kinds of slices of existence is just top-shelf excellent. History and how it relates to the language of the dream is a key element to the way the DDA works. Or fails.
No: missing century has nothing to do with cricket.
Yes: missing century has everything to do with one hundred years of stolen human evolution.
Dierdre Openhouse, she's a bit of a precocious minx and a classic case of shameless know-it-all, having been at this dream detecting game for (perceived) years. Fact is, she's in for a big surprise, and it's not even certain her equally precocious sister can get her out of this scrape without something BANG or CRASH or WALLOP. When the chips are down, midnight chimes and push comes to shove, who can Dierdre Openhouse really trust? And what is sister Brody Belvedere's cataclysmic secret?