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Apr. 12th, 2009 10:36 amI dreamed I was Bruce Wayne and I'd just told my girlfriend, Lois Lane, that I was Batman. Well, not told-told, but spoken publically in a way that would allow her and only her to draw the right conclusions.
In this fancy-schmancy hotel with an anime convention on the first floor and us swankheads up in the upper four, and there was trouble what needed Batman, only somebody else had stole his suit, and he showed up in a giant frog suit a la Super Mario 3 and solved the case in front of the whole formal fancy dinner all badass. And the guy in his suit got a You're In My Suit >B| and got the shit scared out of him.
Though you know if I were really Batman I woulda probably realized in retrospect that somebody was trying to kill Bruce Wayne and Lois Lane, what how when we were all walking through the hotel in wild giddy love as I told her all about this time and that time and what really happened, going along a catwalk above the center of the hotel with the con buzzing 20 floors below, and we put a hand on the railing and KACLANG, twenty feet of steel railing swings right out. Woops. But no! We just hailed the hotel manager who was repairing the railing down the way, and told him to come do this one too.
I woke up when my throat started swelling up and I started spitting out sticky pink stuff the consistency of old bubblegum. Still didn't think I had been poisoned or anything. And Lois was just looking at me with a quirked smile like 'what are you pulling now'.
Thanks, brain.
ps: Christian Bale and Lois from Smallville, just to be clear. There are worse dream-identities to be killed in.
In this fancy-schmancy hotel with an anime convention on the first floor and us swankheads up in the upper four, and there was trouble what needed Batman, only somebody else had stole his suit, and he showed up in a giant frog suit a la Super Mario 3 and solved the case in front of the whole formal fancy dinner all badass. And the guy in his suit got a You're In My Suit >B| and got the shit scared out of him.
Though you know if I were really Batman I woulda probably realized in retrospect that somebody was trying to kill Bruce Wayne and Lois Lane, what how when we were all walking through the hotel in wild giddy love as I told her all about this time and that time and what really happened, going along a catwalk above the center of the hotel with the con buzzing 20 floors below, and we put a hand on the railing and KACLANG, twenty feet of steel railing swings right out. Woops. But no! We just hailed the hotel manager who was repairing the railing down the way, and told him to come do this one too.
I woke up when my throat started swelling up and I started spitting out sticky pink stuff the consistency of old bubblegum. Still didn't think I had been poisoned or anything. And Lois was just looking at me with a quirked smile like 'what are you pulling now'.
Thanks, brain.
ps: Christian Bale and Lois from Smallville, just to be clear. There are worse dream-identities to be killed in.
