I had another strange dream last night. And by strange, I mean really strange. My mother drove the whole school somewhere on the bus (Yes, we can fit the entire school on one bus. It has been done before.) I don't know where we went, but when we got there and we did whatever activity we were supposed to do she told us to bike home and left. Now, I could've gone with her but I thought: "Hey, Watson's house is near here, why not go pay a visit?" So I grabbed a bike and commenced an epic journey to Watson's house. (Watson is my nickname for my BFF, and my nickname respectively is Sherlock. My other BFF is called Fungus. Don't ask.)
It went alright at first, and then I got into this weird underground place that I recognized. I was sure I had been there before, maybe in a previous dream or something I don't know. Anyway, this place was all winding tunnels and cool incense shops and stuff (kind of like the Wonder City portion of Arkham City), and there was this grim-faced kid I met who I recognized, so I asked him: "Hey, you know where Watson's house is right?" (I didn't call her Watson in the dream, but w/e.) And he answered: "It's up." and jabbed his thumb at the ceiling of the tunnel we were in. So I continued and then came up into this subdivision where Watson presumably lived, but I couldn't find her house for the life of me. Of course, none of the stuff in the tunnels or above ground in the subdivision looked anything like anything around Watson's actual house. There was this weird visitor's center thing in the center of the subdivision so I got up on the roof to get a better look at my surroundings and see if I could spot her house. No good. So I got down and ran into this blonde guy who said: "Hey there! What're you doing on the streets again? Here's a five...you know what, here's a ten!" I totally recognized this dude, and took his fifteen dollars. I was going to tell him that I wasn't a homeless kid anymore, but he walked off before I could finish. Now, when exactly I was a homeless kid I have no idea.
I walked into the visitor's center to find a payphone. Apparently it was some kind of train station, and that was all well and good because there was a phone boot. Well, more of a phone on a post with a sheet of plywood. So I put a quarter in the phone and it showed on this little screen that I had eleven minutes and some seconds on the phone. I picked up the phone, and was about to dial, when I noticed the Joker walking down the platform. Now, this completely freaked me out. But there were these five little guys, like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum (Batman villians, people) except plus three, and they told me to get down and stay hidden. The Penguin and Mr. Freeze were there too. They were transporting something on the train, I don't know what it was.
I got down as low as I could possibly get. I remember staring at the phone, which was laying on the floor, wondering if I could get to it in time to dial 911 or something. But Mr. Freeze spotted me. I got up and ran for my life, busting out of the visitor's center and running across a road in the subdivision. I moved around everything and ran really fast, just right so that he couldn't get me with his ice gun, just like you do in Arkham City. So apparently in this subdivision there was a little strip mall thing, so I ran into McDonald's and the blonde dude was there. Mr. Freeze had us both cornered at this point, but somehow we managed to talk him out of freezing us and then all three of us sat down at a table. Mr. Freeze ordered me a sandwich, which I didn't want to eat because I'd already eaten a sandwich, but decided to anyway because it was safer. Better to eat the sandwich than be a popsicle. We encouraged Mr. freeze to tell us about his life because it got him off the subject of killing us. I wish I could remember more of our conversation, it only lasted a few minutes and I only had one or two bites of my sandwich but I remember being completely fascinated by talking to this fictional character.
I don't know, I guess I changed into my costume or something while Batgirl and Robin were hauling Mr. Freeze off. Anyway, I was with the Atom. (the blonde dude? I dunno. If so, then one of my dream buddies is totally a superhero!) We were flying around on a playing card, like an actual playing card. Batgirl was very skeptical of this until I explain something about aerodynamics and our small size keeping us aloft or something.
Then, all of a sudden were were all flying towards this precipice or sheet of glass or something, in any case it was the barrier between two worlds. Pre-crisis and post-crisis DCU, in fact. We were on the pre-crisis side, and there were a ton of other characters with us. In any case, when we flew through only a few heroes were left and the rest were trapped in the glass barrier, and it went spinning away like the Phantom Zone in the old Superman movies/Smallville. But our universe, post-crisis universe, shattered into a bunch of pieces.
All the pieces contained worlds, all of then naturalistic scenes. I was still on the playing card, only the Atom and the rest of the heroes were gone; back in their respective universes I guess. I got kicked out for some reason.And there was this god I was with who was putting the pieces of the worlds together. I don't know if he was the God or what, but I'm thinking he's a member of the Quintessence. Maybe Highfather? I don't know. Anyway, he explained to me that their were seven and then showed me my world. The real world, not the DCU. He pulled two pieces apart and then put the two halves of the glass containing my world together to show this scene from somewhere in Tibet. It showed some castle that monks had built, all covered in snow, and there was a black Humvee parked in the quart-yard. That's how I knew it was my world. Then the dream ended. Freaky, right?
/endrant
P.S. As you can see, my most loved superhero moments are from the animated shows, even The Batman which was really weird to the point it was kinda terrible. Anyway, it took me forever to find a picture of the dynamic trio from that show.
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