The Torpedo

Last night I dreamt that I was some sort of super hero with the ability to run at super-human speeds. I was idly traveling around with a companion super hero (who's super-human ability was vague, unclear) in suburban areas soliciting recruits to join our ranks.

We would enter a home, uninvited, and address ourselves to any pre-teen or adolescent living there. After identifying ourselves as members of our super hero organization, we would encourage the youth to develop their own super human skills and to join us in our fight against crime. (Huh? X-Men? Never heard of it.) Somehow the parents of the young people didn't seem at all surprised or concerned that we strangers were visiting their kids - perhaps my companion super hero had the power to cloud the minds of adults and disorient folk.

My favorite part of the dream (Thank God) was when I was exhibiting my super human running ability. I would run so fast that I appeared as merely a blur to onlookers. Occasionally I would be pursued by super villains who also had super human running abilities. In order to thwart my pursuers, I would utilize inflatable pouches (which more than anything resembled plastic shopping bags from the supermarket). As my enemy and I rocketed down suburban streets and sidewalks, just before the villain would overtake me, I would whip out one of these bags which would immediately inflate with air. I would cast it behind me and, in the blur of our furious speed, my pursuer would mistake the bag for me. While the villain confused himself struggling to apprehend the plastic bag, I would be long gone in the distance.

The sensation of effortlessly running at super human speed was very exhilarating and I was disappointed when I woke up.