Nice Drugs…

You can tell, when your sick, that you got some good medication, by the whacked out dreams you have.

I had a whacked out one this afternoon.

I was back at my parents old house, when Riley, My wife Amy…..and Amy the COP from work. (Not a real cop, but that is what we call our Client Operations Peeps).

It was late, Riley has passed out on the couch, my wife was already in our room asleep. My parents were asleep and at this point I didn’t know that Amy the COP was living their too. I figured I would stay up and watch some t.v. in the living room, and if I fell asleep, there was a another couch I could sleep on. Mainly so Riley wouldn’t be alone.

So I noticed I hadn’t put food away from earlier (some Chinese food). And so I put it away and got me something else to eat.As well as went around the house and turned off all the lights, locked the doors and such. (And ran back upstairs like I used to, cause I didn’t like the dark.)

Then Amy the COP appears from nowhere, looking for the food I put away. She needed it for a college assignment. The subject was something like “bachelor food items” stuff bachelors would put together or eat. (Don’t ask me, she is married herself, so I don’t know what the class was about). I told her I put it away, that it was mine from earlier, but she could have it for the class (my parents always had tons of food around). But the more I thought about it, I found a  better option…Ramen Noodles. She was happy with that.

Cut scene to some monorail car. My wife and I, are in this Monorail thing, I think Amy the COP was with us. Riley was not (must have still been sleeping on the couch).

There is this guy and his 7 month old there too, and he just puts the kid in my lap, so that he can go do something. Cute kid so I didn’t mind.

Then cut scene to outside the monorail and I am watching the whole thing. Amy, Amy and the guy are not in the car anymore. I am watching the monorail car, go across this long bring and these windy roads to this building on this tall (I mean tall) plateau where this penitentiary was for mutants (weird I know).

Apparently this Lady, her Oldest son, her daughter and younger son, all were in some accident or something. The youngest two were able to get away, but the cops took the mom and her oldest son to this place cause they had powers and they thought they caused the crash (they didn’t, they were innocent).

So the younger two (now adults, and cops no less…noticing a theme here with cops). Came to break them out.

As they are meeting with the mom and brother, the mom tells them to go, have a normal life…and the daughter says, “Who said anything about normal” and a tiny laser shoots from her eye and melts a very tiny part of a chain link fence separating them, while the younger brother “repairs” it. They were mutants too. I guess its a family thing.

So they break them out. And they are back in the monorail car, heading over the long bridge. What they don’t know is some other cop saw them use their powers and so everyone is going to blow up the bridge to stop them.

But Batman’s car is behind them on the bridge (going sideways and making screeching noises on the track, its a car, not a monorail…but wait! The tires transform and now it IS a monorail.)

All of a sudden, I am Batman, and I push their car to go faster across the bridge (I have nitro you know…) And I get them across just as the bridge blows up…but there is some cord attached to my car, which is attached to their car, and its pulling us down with the bridge.

So I eject out of the car, somersault over the cars. I am holding onto this rope that is pulling the cars and I use my batarang, to slice the cable. Saving the day.

And then I woke up.

Weird thing I realized when I woke up…Amy the COP likes Batman. (the real Batman, not the “me” Batman in the dream…that had nothing to do with the dream, other than perhaps that was the connection in the dream of why I transitioned to that. Who the hell knows)

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