Aug 19, 2008 18:56
...if I'm not in any and no one is having sex, I'm just not interested.
Last night I had a dream that I was a super hero. In the dream, I lived the same life I live today, but I couldn't remember why I was doing the things I was doing or anything the years prior. All I knew was what I had been doing for a past few months. There were literally years I couldn't recall. I kept getting flashes of a mask, a laboratory and a dark figure. Finally, I began to realize that my life working retail had been manufactured and I was in reality a super hero. I had been brain washed to forget my past life and live this dull one. I went to a dark alley that I remember being important. I found my suit there (which happened to be the exact one Rorschach in Watchmen wears) and....well then my alarm went off. I'm sure there would've been some badass bad guy beating.
Anyway, that is my surprisingly not wonky dream. Everything sort of pieced together well. All the clues led to some place that made sense. I always seem to have dreams like that. Dreams that tell a story beginning to end, or as close to the end as I can get. I like it.
This of course all means I have been reading far too many comic books.