The ultimate ultimate.
Weirdest dream ever.
Due to the sick thing, sleep's been even less reliable than usual. Despite napping last night ever so briefly, I was pretty damned tired this afternoon. We order lunch from TDs who has this great chicken and rice soup. The soup was deliciouus, and much thicker than expected. Belly was not happy with this. So, Justin piled me under blankets because I was 'three-blanket cold,' and I cuddled up with Phantom and drifted off awfully damned quick. I think at some point I may have been thinking about Batman or specifically the Dark Knight movie, but that only provides the shakiest of foundations for my dream.
So, I'm walking with Superman, looking very Clark Kent at the moment, no cape or big S on his chest or anything, through an office building or warehouse of some sort. Usually in some hallway which connects to a series of small rooms of various function. Sometimes, I'm following, sometimes I'm leading. Each time we walk down the hallway, however, we're talking about the same thing. Each time I throw out a new theory, we start, magically, at the beginning of the hallway again. Apparently, he was 'fired' (from, like, being Superman as best as I could tell) after a failed Ultimate Alliance between him and Spiderman. I was tssing out theories about why. These theories started, right off the bat, with insinuating a homosexual relationship between the two of them, as if they'd been found out as lovers. Superman politely denied with a simple, "No." He was very nice, very humble and humoring. My theories got less and less blatant, moving from implied homosexuality to homosexuality which was merely inferred by their coworkers as they chatted at the office copier (seriously). One theory involved a dwarf. Not a midget, but a stocky, bearded, axe-wielding dwarf. Superman seemed both amused and exasperated as he politely endured my interrogation and the endless walk down the repetitive hallway of redundant repetition. Eventually, I asked if the reason he was fired was because once the two members of the proposed Ultimate Alliance met up there wasn't any drama or conflict or even romantic sparks, and he said, "That's much closer," or something to that effect, and we finally went into another room. And I woke up.
I dream in crossover slash. Or, well, not-slash, but still.
Due to the sick thing, sleep's been even less reliable than usual. Despite napping last night ever so briefly, I was pretty damned tired this afternoon. We order lunch from TDs who has this great chicken and rice soup. The soup was deliciouus, and much thicker than expected. Belly was not happy with this. So, Justin piled me under blankets because I was 'three-blanket cold,' and I cuddled up with Phantom and drifted off awfully damned quick. I think at some point I may have been thinking about Batman or specifically the Dark Knight movie, but that only provides the shakiest of foundations for my dream.
So, I'm walking with Superman, looking very Clark Kent at the moment, no cape or big S on his chest or anything, through an office building or warehouse of some sort. Usually in some hallway which connects to a series of small rooms of various function. Sometimes, I'm following, sometimes I'm leading. Each time we walk down the hallway, however, we're talking about the same thing. Each time I throw out a new theory, we start, magically, at the beginning of the hallway again. Apparently, he was 'fired' (from, like, being Superman as best as I could tell) after a failed Ultimate Alliance between him and Spiderman. I was tssing out theories about why. These theories started, right off the bat, with insinuating a homosexual relationship between the two of them, as if they'd been found out as lovers. Superman politely denied with a simple, "No." He was very nice, very humble and humoring. My theories got less and less blatant, moving from implied homosexuality to homosexuality which was merely inferred by their coworkers as they chatted at the office copier (seriously). One theory involved a dwarf. Not a midget, but a stocky, bearded, axe-wielding dwarf. Superman seemed both amused and exasperated as he politely endured my interrogation and the endless walk down the repetitive hallway of redundant repetition. Eventually, I asked if the reason he was fired was because once the two members of the proposed Ultimate Alliance met up there wasn't any drama or conflict or even romantic sparks, and he said, "That's much closer," or something to that effect, and we finally went into another room. And I woke up.
I dream in crossover slash. Or, well, not-slash, but still.