Superhero dream

Thank you thank you thank you subconscious casual aquaintance of mine. Another night and another dream. Yet another bizarre and different experience.

I start off realising that I'm a superhero, much like the elastic Mr Fantastic (although not as eqotistical). After a bit of unnecessary stretching and wrapping up bad guys with my arms I get bored. In fact the whole super team do. I can't quite remember who the team was, but there was one.

We got so bored with the fact that there were no more super villains to fight that we broke into someones house. We raided the fridge, sat on their couch and watched their TV. I had my feet up on their stool, chowing down in a nice fat sandwhich, watching the tube when the owners burst through the door. I jumped to my feet, turned and realised that my so called "team mates" were nowhere to be seen. What would a superhero do in that situation? Damn right, I jumped out of the window and legged it. I hopped into someones moving car and sped off into the waking world.

Man I love my mind sometimes.