…Re-imagined by my subconscious had me playing the part of the Joker’s right-hand man. Contrary to his claims of anarchy (after all, how do you spontaneously rig a whole hospital for explosive demolition), we were planning a heist of some diamond required to power a death ray. There was, however dastardly the acts involved, a definite sense of excitement and accomplishment from them coming together. Remnants of that rival Black gang—ours was comprised of Latino members—we left bound in the basement, swearing others were on their way. We proudly took our seats in an outdoor amphitheater and watched as our satellite hovered over the water in the distance and shot a thick White beam below. To the rescue came Christian Bale captaining the USS Enterprise, in both retro and J.J. Abrams versions, apparently so as not to disrupt the continuity.
In the second billing of my double feature I dreamed the neighbor upstairs or in the suite next to ours had a dog that looked just like Oreo, except she was named Daisy.
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