I had a really random dream last night. In fact, its what you could call bizarre.

It started with me reading a news article (which in fact was quite old) about Maggie Gyllenhaal replacing Katie Holmes in the new Batman sequel as Rachel Dawes. Then the dream continued with me watching The Dark Knight. There was an in-film explanation of why Rachel Dawes’ face changed - it was due to plastic surgery to prevent her enemies from attacking her. It then goes on to explain that she would need to constantly undergo plastic surgery. Then at the end of the film, she revealed herself to have gone mad from the constant plastic surgery and would take on a new name - Harley Quinn. (I know, this would mean that the psychologist past in the comics and cartoons is overridden).

Then I watched the sequel to The Dark Knight. Aaron Erkhart resumes his role as Harvey Dent, a.k.a Two-Face, Heath Ledger remains as the Clown Prince of Crime, and Maggie Gyllenhaal fully suits up to become Harley Quinn and falls for the Joker. Then flash forwards, I was watching Superman Return’s sequel - Man of Steel. Brandon Routh was fighting Brainiac! (Picture to the left is a photoshop of the original, which is found at Gotham Public Works)

After that, I had some WB officials come over to me and offered me to make a Justice League movie. I had Ryan Reynolds as the Flash, some real Greek woman as Wonder Woman, and Samuel L. Jackson as John Stewart, Green Lantern. I remember telling him not to be his bad mutha’ fucka’ self, but be righteous. Of course my Justice League movie was a hit (because Christian Bale and Brandon Routh agreed to reprise their role). Oh, I had Black Canary in it too (with her nice erm… legs Canary Cry). I remember wanting to put Zatanna in (also for her legs), but the WB dudes said that they don’t want magic in their Justice League movie.

The Justice League movie premiere came and went (the best part was when I met Mark Hamill and greeted him as Luke Skywalker, which was a total embarrassment), then cfgt came up to me and asked if I want to play Insaniquarium. I said okay. And so he got a real aquarium and started feeding and buying fish like in the Insaniquarium game. It was interesting at first, with real Martians that attack the fish and stuff like that, but soon, it became boring. I had then said I want to do something adventurous.

So Abel came along and asked if I wanted to go scuba diving. I agreed, and we both jumped into the aquarium. There was this huge giant cfgt constantly adding food and picking up gold from the aquarium. Inside the aquarium, I talked freely to Abel - about ice hockey. I mentioned something geeky (something like the statistically perfect ice hockey team), and we both got up from the aquarium. Abel then went to keep his skis that he was wearing (yes, skis, not flippers), when ayjk turned up.

We talked about trichotillomania, and I mentioned that it is not a psychological disorder, rather it was genetics. He asked me to show him proof, and I said I just saw it being mentioned on Discovery Channel. So we turned on the TV, and cfgt complained that it was messing with his concentration with his Insaniquarium. Abel butted in our conversation and said everything was predetermined by God, and then I threw him out of the house. cfgt complained that if we don’t keep our voices down, he’d throw us out too (but it wasn’t his house!!!!).

Then came a very shrill cry - like Black Canary’s canary cry. I ran upstairs to find Pretty Swallow shouting for us boys to shut up downstairs because she wants to talk to Princess Xy. Abel was banging on the door downstairs. So I had to go downstairs to open the door and let him in. But when he came in, another person came in too - Dilbert’s pointy haired boss.

The Pointy Haired Boss was a short dude - up to my crotch level only, and looks pretty 2D. But he pointed at me and said “You’re late for work. You’re fired.” Then he prodded my crotch area (with his pointy hair). And it exploded with pain.

Then I woke up. A clothes hanger with a sharp exposed tip poked through my pants and underwear and had really hit my crotch (ahem, not the dick of course). And it was bleeding. And thus ends my dream.

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