So, all my discussion of super-powers must have seeped into my subconscience, because last night I dreamed that I was a super-hero. I'm not entirely sure what my powers were, but I was part of a superhero league of sorts, and I wore a slinky black costume. Now, that would be cool enough by itself, but it gets better.
Not only was I was a sexy superhero, I was dating Batman. That's right--FREAKING BATMAN. And he was always all worried about me when we went into a battle against villains, because I was sort of new at the whole business, and he wanted to keep me safe.
At one point in the dream, I was captured by the gang of enemies. I managed to escape, however, after many tortures, and returned to my league, just as they were planning to stage a rescue operation. And when I stumbled in, exhausted and injured, my lover Batman scooped me into his arms just as I collapsed.
And the best part? Behind the mask, Batman was not Bruce Wayne. (Not that I would snub my nose at Christian Bale, or anything.) No, he was......
Sayid from LOST. Sexy accent and all.
Best. Dream. Ever.
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Don't worry about Jeremy. I bet he's had a few Best. Dream. Evers of his own.
I have weird dreams like my cat being six inches tall and speeding around through the air on a miniature vacuum cleaner. I want to have a Best. Dream. Ever. But it definitely wouldn't be about Batman- he's creepy. Liz could probably figure it out.
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