The Joker or the Batman
Lat night I dreamed I was the joker and the batman. It began somewhere long before, as dreams will. I went to sleep at 8, with a short interval at 8:44, woke up at three twenty three to texts from a blasted Meg Peterson, had some fun with that, fells asleep watching Venture Brothers.
Nest I know, I'm in a warehouse with so many of my friends, all in masks so I could not recognize them. Next I knew everyone was wearing DC comic outfits: wonder woman, green lantern, two face, aquaman, superman, martian manhunter. I was the Batman. We posed for group photos. At some point, I clibed up on some crates for photos, and then my comrades pulled away the pile of crates, leaving me hanging by one hand without any help. I watched the justice league sans myself take pictures while I hung by my hand. I climbed down and felt excluded while the others chatted. I wandered around, crawled down below the warehouse and felt myself become the joker. I had all the insanity, but wondered if I could change into a good guy, if the joker could ever be one of the fellows saving the day,. I hoped and prayed and tried to figure if there was anyway to make such a dream so. Then I was the bat man again and somewhere inside the joker was causing mischief. There were cries of pain inside. At first i heard he was slaughtering children and I was so very sad that he had failed his dreams. Then it turned out that he was just slaughtering pigs in front of a crowd of children, laughing maniacally. The dream lost setting and sight and became a monologue of me as the joker, pondering the eerror of my ways and thinking again of how to be a better man. I woke and sat staring around my room, inactive for the first time in ages, not watching anything, nowt smoking or writing or talking or anything, it was a beautifully calm moment.
Nest I know, I'm in a warehouse with so many of my friends, all in masks so I could not recognize them. Next I knew everyone was wearing DC comic outfits: wonder woman, green lantern, two face, aquaman, superman, martian manhunter. I was the Batman. We posed for group photos. At some point, I clibed up on some crates for photos, and then my comrades pulled away the pile of crates, leaving me hanging by one hand without any help. I watched the justice league sans myself take pictures while I hung by my hand. I climbed down and felt excluded while the others chatted. I wandered around, crawled down below the warehouse and felt myself become the joker. I had all the insanity, but wondered if I could change into a good guy, if the joker could ever be one of the fellows saving the day,. I hoped and prayed and tried to figure if there was anyway to make such a dream so. Then I was the bat man again and somewhere inside the joker was causing mischief. There were cries of pain inside. At first i heard he was slaughtering children and I was so very sad that he had failed his dreams. Then it turned out that he was just slaughtering pigs in front of a crowd of children, laughing maniacally. The dream lost setting and sight and became a monologue of me as the joker, pondering the eerror of my ways and thinking again of how to be a better man. I woke and sat staring around my room, inactive for the first time in ages, not watching anything, nowt smoking or writing or talking or anything, it was a beautifully calm moment.