I have recently been having these wildly vivid dreams where I am a young Dark Knight, at that point where he is still learning his craft. Last night’s dream was so deliciously Freudian that I had to write it down. The collection of words below were originally posted on (which I will prevail upon you to follow for more oddities).
Last night’s #dream: As a young Dark Knight, I had taken to using my skills to “watch over” this girl who had recently dumped me.
Her younger sister had been abducted from their creepy mansion of a house, and as she wept, I knew I had to get involved.
I swooped down from my gargoyle perch, landing lightly in front of her. She was not glad to see me. “I can help,” I rasped.
“Stop doing that stupid voice, I know it’s you,” she said, glumly.
Using various bat-devices, I determined that her sister was all the way across town, in the mountainous Batangas. “We’ll take the car.”
The interior of the batmobile looked similar to that of a 2008 Honda Civic, but this was beside the point. It sounded big and scary anyway.
We saw ambulances and fire trucks as we approached, and by way of movie-montage, we found ourselves at the Anilao Gen Hospital.
I cast a dark, awe-inspiring shadow in the crowded, well-lit E.R. as we entered. (OH, via bat-hearing: “Uy si Batman o.”)
I stood there, the silent brooding guardian, as she spoke to the staff. When she returned, her face was ashen, her expression stoic.
“They told me she didn’t make it,” she said. Before I could respond with a bat-quote though, her sister came running out from her hiding place.
“OMG why would you joke about something like that!” she said scoldingly, altho she was visibly relieved. They hugged and laughed in the middle of the busy E.R.
When she finally turned to thank me, I was gone. She looked around a bit, and then shook her head slowly, with much understanding.
That’s what Batman does, after all. He disappears when you don’t need him anymore.