Superpowers

I had this cool dream.

I was a superhero.

I was a Cloud Climber.  That may have even been my superhero name.  Not sure.  No one called me anything in my dream.

I just knew I was a Superhero.  Mainly because someone wanted me to stop this bad guy in a plane.

That's where the dream started.  I was getting details of my mission:  There was this plane with a bad guy in it.  Not sure what he did but I felt pretty sure that many lives hung in the balance between my cunning and skills, and his malicious intentions.


I was briefed about the achilles heel of the bad guy's plane.  There was this one little part of the wing that had two black squares overlapping.  I had to shoot the center where the two intersected.  This would bring down the Evil-doer.

No problem.  In my dream I was a skilled sharpshooter, which was super-handy.

So then I just shimmied right up the clouds.  Fun!

Oh, forgot to tell you:  In the dream I was a dude.  And blonde.  And I had this kind of greasy scraggly hair coming out of the back of my hat.  It wasn't a very super-heroish hairdo.  It wasn't your standard-issue Superhero headgear either...not attached to my cape (didn't have one of those), not a close-to-the-skull ski-cap-type affair, no spaces for bat-ears to poke out.  It was more standard-issue bubba hat.  A red gimme ball cap.  (Not sure what business it was advertising...but it wasn't like it had  a Captain Cloud Climber insignia on it.  I'm not even sure how the hat stayed on in the winds that there surely must have been at altitudes where planes were flying among clouds, but hey, I guess my image, and my hat staying on, were the least of my worries.

I had villains to stop.

Anyways, I climb up these beautiful, puffy, white clouds that formed a tower going straight up to where the plane was.  Climbing clouds has got to be one of the cooler things I've ever gotten to do in my life!  (Even including my dream life, and I have had some pretty entertaining dreams.)   The clouds were beautiful, and not at all difficult to climb.  Didn't even break a sweat.

When I climbed up, the plane was still right where it was when I first saw it, even though it seemed like it was moving very fast.  It did seem really challenging to get my air BB gun thing out.  (Luckily I had it on a harness thing slung over my shoulders.)  Then I had to struggle to aim because the wind currents were so strong, but then:  'Pow!'

Nailed it.  I hit the target perfectly.  Yay.  All in a day's work for Cloud Climber, saviour of civilization as we know it.

You're welcome, free world.

I was thinking:  Well that was easy.  Now I get to climb around on some more clouds.  Pretty cool gig all-in-all.

But then I remembered the other half of my mission.  Darn it.  (Apparently being a Superhero cleaned up my curse words a bit.  Probably good since I'd now be inspiring young people and stuff.)  The second part of my mission was to take a picture of my hit.

I had to really fight to find my phone.  I was straining against the winds, checking all my pockets, while being careful to keep my footing on the clouds, don't-ya-know.  Tricky.  So I finally located my cell phone so I could take the stupid picture. 

But then when I pulled it out of my pocket it wasn't my cell phone at all, but instead this old camera I used about ten years ago. 

Doh!  I would have done a face-palm move if I wasn't so busy straddling clouds, taking photos, saving the world and everything.  Why'd I bring this old relic?

Anyway, turns out I'm nothing if not endowed with extraordinary powers of climbing and resourcefulness.  It wasn't easy to remember how to turn the thing on, hold a cloud, get good focus, and take the shot, but I did it.  (Imagine my relief that the battery was still charged after all these years.  It crossed my mind that I hoped Superhero HQ had a reader for that old memory card, but that really wasn't my thing to worry about.)

So, cool.  I got that done.   The plane is shot down...though it hung there long enough for me to take the picture.  Which is weird.  Don't ask me how, I'm just telling you what happened.  I felt a moment of relief that my job was finally done.

So long Evil Villain!  Crime doesn't pay!, and...all that stuff.  (Being a Superhero doesn't come with a manual, okay?.  I didn't know how to tell off my foe.  So sue me.  I'm sure I'll get the hang of it eventually.)

Anyhow, my duty was done, and I got to climb down on those neat clouds just the way I came up.

Just before heading down I glanced back at the wing, and the hole I'd shot started bleeding. 

What?  Planes don't normally bleed.

It didn't occur to me to think I don't usually climb clouds, shoot at villains, I am not usually a guy, nor am I typically blonde, etc. etc. etc.

None of that surprised me...but the bleeding plane caught my attention. 

Dreams are funny that way.

As I stared at the 'wound' on the plane's wing, the plane morphed into a white dog.  The shot had gone through its ear.  The dog fell from the sky, and landed in the passenger seat of my superior officer's car. 

Not that it matters, but in case you're wondering:  My superior officer was a woman and she was driving one of those huge, low-slung, convertibles from the 20's like Gatsby might have driven.

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And then I woke up.

Naturally, I had to get up and hurry to find Michael.  He was in the living room doing, uh, I don't know, something I assumed was way less important than hearing about my thrilling dream.  So I told him alllll about the exciting events of my early morning dream, ...as I like to do.  (And as Michael hates me to do.  I guess because sometimes they're not all as short and logical as this one.)

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So, after telling him all about it, I ask Michael the question I always ask after explaining the many and varied details of my epic dreams:

Me:  "So...what's it mean?"

Michael:  "I don't know, but that's a cool superpower!"

Me:  "Right?!  It was really a great feeling climbing those clouds.  Wish you could have been there.  What a great job that would be!"

Michael:  "Except on a sunny day."

Me:  "Oh.  Yeah.  Especially if it's cloudy when I go up, but then becomes clear."   (I know concerns about my Superhero-health were suddenly on both of our minds.)  "Huh...guess I need to have flying as the other part of my super power.  Sort of a back-up Superpower.  Or a jet-pack at the very least."

Michael:  "Probably a good idea."

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Any armchair therapists out there wanna analyze my dream? 

Hint:  I feel like it probably means something extra-cool and almost embarrassingly flattering about me...and I do have the Superpower to erase unpleasant comments.

lol

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Keep dreaming, peeps!

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