I had another dream last night, but thankfully it wasn’t about work. It was a scene related to “The Dark Knight”, only I stepped in to help Bruce Wayne/Batman. Yes, little ole me. Two-Face was there too, but he must’ve ducked out in the commotion.
It was at night, we were in the rain and Two-Face was hanging desperately onto a fire escape ladder attached to an apartment. Bruce Wayne was threatening him with a cigarette lighter, words were said and I saw Two-Face look past both of us. We turned and the Joker was approaching. I rolled underneath the fire escape for some reason, Two-Face escaped, and suddenly the fire escape and attached building became my bed and there were flames nearby and the Joker was heading right towards both me and now Batman. I jumped on my bed and waited for the Joker to bring it on, which he did, laughing the way he does.
But just as we were really about to fight, that’s when I woke up. Damn it.
I was told a few weeks ago to not buy “The Dark Knight” for myself because somebody else bought it for me. So I’m thinking I had that in my head last night. Or I drank coffee too late.