Batman at the Mall

I dreamt I was a Sandman-like villain with blue armor and a metal rod that I carried. I was amongst dozens of villains that had congregated at a place that looked like the Washington D.C. Mall, except there was an old brick hotel room that reminded me of a dorm room at FSU.

It felt like a supervillain convention. There police there, watching the villains -- they appeared relaxed.

Batman swooped in, riding a Batman glider reminiscent of the Green Goblin's vehicle. The villains watched him as he swooped in, landed, took off again. He repeated this over and over.

I was tempted to hit him with the metal rod as he flew by me, but I thought better of it. It seemed he was trying to get us to commit a crime.

I went into the hotel and got on the elevator. I was talking with several people who were in there, telling them about Batman's appearance. We forgot to press our respective floors -- I was on number 7.

I suspected that wasn't the real Batman. It was probably an overzealous fan.

Sleeping at Damian's

Here's a dream from 2002 where Damian made an appearance:

I was sleeping on Damian's couch when he walked in. I said hello, so that he knew I was there. I told him I had fallen asleep. It was 9:00pm.

I was going to leave, but Damian gave me a blanket and told me to read this book on the end table. IT was a small digest, about 200 pages, with comic book art and lullabies for dialogue. There was one where Batman and Robin are in a tree, and Batman asks his sidekick if he is "Singing like a bird?"

My mother and father entered the kitchen. My mom started complaining about grease on a pan. My dad and I were silent. I went to get Damian. He came over, asked for a brillo pad, and quickly cleaned up the pan. My mom was satisfied.

Damian, afterwards, asked me if I had noticed how my dad handled the situation. "Yes," I said. Damian said that's how you handle certain situations when you're married.