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Last night's dream involved Shabbet. Surprisingly few include him despite how obsessed and hyperfixated I am, and I rarely remember them, but this one was just kinda interesting and telling.
Most of it was pretty basic, being a bystander during one of his escapades, with a villain I don't remember getting very angry about how this guy just won't die; whether it be through pure stubbornness and fortitude, to simply having absurd, bordering moon-logic contingency plans that no sane person would take into account. That wasn't really the focus, though.
The focus was that he carried around this odd box. Sort of based on Capsule technology, it contained an entire Heroes Guild headquarters, entrusted to him by the former owner of said guild, who wanted him to find a way to reestablish it and turn it into the bustling center it once was.
At one point he opened the box and the building was HUGE, very slick and futuristic, with tons of amenities and temporary housing space and medical wards, the lot, all fully stocked and protected from expiration by the Capsule tech essentially locking it all in stasis when stored.
However, heroes are few and far between, and being a hero doesn't exactly pay well most of the time. Without some rich benefactor, there's no way a facility like this would pay just to keep itself running. Heck, there's no guarantee the technology holding the box it was all in together would last long enough to find the glory it's old owner dreamed of.
So his goal was to find a small town or city in recovery from the ravages of some war or natural disaster since passed, and give them that building, with all of its supplies, to turn it into a hospital. Even if it wouldn't last, it would provide a clean place to treat the injured and sick, house those who needed it, and just give them something to help them get back on their feet. Better than letting it waste away unused in an age where heroes are a dying breed... or worse, turn the idea of being a hero into some kind of elite social club.
I guess that's a big part of my fear of attachment. This character who was probably just meant to be a joke by his creators has become so ingrained in my mind (enough to start manifesting subconsciously) as someone so very much not a joke, and very much embodying a lot of ideals I hold very close... and the likelihood of him ever showing up in an official capacity runs such a high likelihood of letting me down and making me look like an idiot for ever putting that much faith in a one-off joke.
But at the same time, I guess I at least have the benefit of having a mind that lets me stand next to him in the lobby of an abandoned heroes' guild headquarters, looking out through the large panoramic window at an ocean of stars, while discussing what heroism really is.
Not many people get chances like that.