In art at our school the kids have been working on drawing cartoons. so when I sat down with a few students the on Monday I decided to draw my own.
Tag: batman
Labor Day gives me weird dreams
So I spent my Labor Day weekend getting outside each day, and also including some lazy time each day. So I think it qualifies as a success.
Sam and I went picnicking and played chess, saw a Robin William’s Triple Feature at the drive-in (although we left a little into the third movie… after Jumanji and Hook…. Patch Adams couldn’t hold my attention enough to keep us awake), slept in and played some video games before running around doing a little shopping, and getting to the park to see the Blue Angels and the Cleveland Air Show.
However…. most interesting was the dreams I had last night. There were three…. all were superhero related. However I only remember details of the first two.
In the first I am Batman. Or some Batman like character (which makes sense…. Sam and I played a lot of Lego Batman 2 lately. Its a game we could both play and pass back and forth to each other. Also this weekend I picked up Batman Arkham Origins). In it there was some gas released by the Joker, and the only way I escaped was by diving through this lake and coming up in the Batcave. But the Batcave was actually my parents’ house. I got in there and locked all the doors and went to sleep. When I woke up (or at least when it was morning) I went to check the doors and the first one I looked at was open. But I didn’t think anything was wrong because the screen door was still closed and locked. I assume I, or someone else not around had opened it, not the Joker. After looking through the house though I realized that every door and window in the house was open, just had the screens down, and that it must have been the Joker. I hid in a large closet, but then heard a rustling behind me.
Then I woke up.
So yeah…. Batman dream.
The second one I was Hawkeye, or Spiderman or some sort of normal superhero. The dream started without me in it, which is weird. I can’t recall ever having a dream that I wasn’t part of the whole time. Anyways it starts with some female spy sneaking into Bruce Banner’s house to steal his secrets. But she is stuck on some locked floor. I come out of nowhere and break open a door or wall or something and we grab a disk drive and hide under the couch. Literally that was the whole plan….. we grab the disk drive and hide under the couch. Solid dream spy stuff. What happens next is that someone sits on the couch. Someone huge. The couch is squishing us. From the voices we know its not Bruce Banner, but his mom. She looks under the couch (and its all weird to be looking out from under the couch), and tells us to just leave. We leave scared for our lives, but when we exit the house I see its my grandparents house in White Hall, NY. We are running scared for our lives that the Hulk is going to kill us down the street for my car. When get there I can see my car being towed away by a tow truck. A cop is still there and we ask him for help, or a ride to my car, or a hotel or something. He laughs and says, “Are you kidding? This is Whitehall. I’m not giving a stranger a ride.”. As he’s saying this I can see the grocery store across the street on fire and people looting it.
And the dream ends there.
Bizarre superhero dreams. I kind of like it. Nice way to end a long weekend.
Hostage
I had a really weird dream last night. I fell asleep watching Batman (the Tim Burton Michael Keaton one), so that might explain some of it somehow.
I am locked up in a one person hospital room. There is a man hooked up into to a whole bunch of machines in there with me. If he’s not in a coma he’s definitely hurt bad or unresponsive. That wasn’t my doing though. I seem to think one of two things, or both at different points in the dream. He’s either a) a person that killed my parents, or b) he is my father. I remember both of those from during my dream, but it was always the same person in the hospital bed.
Two security men show up outside of the door. I don’t remember knocking them out, but I do remember opening the door and taking their guns and extra clips. I go back inside the room, lock the door behind me, and start doing some research on a laptop computer in the room. The tv in the room is showing a news station, the story was about some crime in the same city I am in, but it doesn’t seem to be related to me, or the man in the hospital bed.
Eventually police arrive outside the door. They don’t announce themselves, but I know they are there. I open the door and walk right up to two of them and take their guns out of their holsters along with extra clips, and take a third gun off of an unconcious officer on the ground. Its weird because the hallway is filled with police officers (or swat or some sort of law agency) but no one is stopping me. No one is even moving. Its not that they are frozen, I remember actually looking into the eyes of one of the officers as took his gun, his eyes were following me, but he didn’t move at all. I head back into the room and lock the door.
Inside the room I decide to look at the man again. He’s definitely not awake. At this point I don’t even care about him, like I barely know who he is. I sit down and decide to reload all of the guns. They don’t fire bullets. All of the clips are actually rolls of quarters. Its not as they are toy guns, but they’re meant to stun as opposed to kill apparently. As I fiddle with them I come to realize I have not idea how to reload them, so I decide to look it up on the internet (still have my laptop). It was fairly easy to find the information, the guns all had the serial IP 804A on them (weird that I remember that, google IP 804A now and top listing is a site for office chairs). The guns can apparently fire all sort of things, wads of paper, buckshot, quarters, marbles, bullets, and more. I stick with loading in the quarters.
At this point the tv is showing an image of the hospital I’m in, but it is on mute and I can’t tell what it is saying. I look to the door and see something coming in under the door. It was a giant tray of food. I hadn’t asked for food, I haven’t even talked to the police yet, but there it is. There is a note, but I have no real recollection of what it says. Under the note is a newspaper though. I pick it up and it is a Catholic paper all about how suicide, murder, and hostage taking is wrong. Its not a pamphlet though, it is a series of articles written by different reporters. I find myself strangely fascinated by it, and read for a while (I don’t find myself agreeing with it, or laughing at it, or even having an opinion about it… just that I enjoyed reading it). Now I can hear some of the officers outside the door. They seem to be in good spirits and someone is laughing. I don’t seem to be swayed by this at all. I’m not angry, not upset, not happy either. I just am in this situation.
And then I wake….