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.