fbhjr | Superhero dream

Decades ago my wife and I did a comic book together. We did about 20 issues we sold at the local comic book store.
The characters were based on the idea that the folks who lived in my apartment had or got super powers.
Last night I dreamed I was the character that was based on me.
The character could fly, move things around magnetically and shoot lighting.

I dreamed that I was that character and moved to Metropolis. I didn’t realize it, but I was living in the same building as Clark Kent, but didn’t know he was Superman.
(Our comic was in its own universe and did not interact with established characters like Superman…)

I was sitting in my living room watching TV when a bunch of terrorists who had figured out Superman and Clark Kent were the same person attacked the building.
I used my powers to fight them off.

I had not been expecting folks to attack my home, and they had prepared for superman, not someone who would shoot lightning at them. They had very powerful weapons, but not designed for me, so I was still winning the fight.

During the battle they began shooting these explosive things at me that would stick onto things and not explode until there were a lot of them there for a bigger explosion.
I used my powers to pull up a section of cement with metal running through it to block the explosives.

As more and more of them got stuck to it, I realized it was going to explode soon, and it would be a big explosion.
So, I flew up high above the city and used my powers to shoot it towards the ocean at the edge of the city.

But, there wasn’t that much metal in it, and it didn’t fly very far. Instead, it just sort of flopped down into the river that ran through the city below me. There was a swampy section under me, and it landed there and blew mud all over the place.

At this point, Superman noticed the battle and came flying up to me. He looked at me, at the crater below me, and the battered building behind me.

"Did you just rip off some of my balcony and throw it into the river to explode?" he asked me.
"I was trying to get it out to sea," I said.
"What the hell? Do you know what the damage deposit on that places is? Now I’ll never get it back!"
"I should just let terrorists shoot up my apartment because I live below you?"
"Use your own balcony, not mine!"
"You care what I use to stop them, then be home when they attack not out getting laid with Lois."
"Leave Lois out of this!"
"There is still a bunch of terrorists in your apartment! Do something about that!"

He stopped yelling at me, and flew off to the building. He was back a very short time latter holding all of the terrorists hanging by their suspenders.

Dream ends.

After I woke up, took my shower and got dressed I was watching the news.
They showed an image of the sun rising over Boston from the top of one of the tall buildings downtown.
You could see the river winding through out to the bay where the sun was coming up over the ocean.
It looked just like it had in my dream.
It was very strange to see the image from my dream on the TV…