||[Sep. 7th, 2005|02:10 pm]
|||||Gwen Stefani - Bubble Pop Electrinic||]|
When I was younger I would dream that I was one of the X-men. I had one of those dreams again last night for the first time since I was about twelve. In this dream I had tactile telekenisis. I did not wear tights of any kind. I was still me -- only I had super speed, strength, agility -- and of course the oh-so-amazing ability to stick to things. Spider-Man eat your heart out.
The dream started with me in Scott Summer's office. He was the headmaster. Emma Frost was there too. The whole time Cyclops was talking I was:
1) Trying to figure how old she was.
2) Trying to figure out how much work she'd had done.
3) Trying not to imagine having sex with her. This did not work.
This was a good dream. Anyway I had just joined the school and was being shown around by Kitty Pryde. She was my favorite X-man as a kid. Maybe I have a thing for intangible Jewish girls. I dunno... So, yeah... I was being shown around by Kitty Pryde. Fucking Shadowcat.
She shows me the Danger Room. Wolverine is there. I remember saying something stupid. This is probably what I said:
Me: So, I hear you're supposed to be like a ninja or something. I thought you'd be... you know... bigger... More asian.
Shadowcat: Wolverine taught me everything I know.
Shadowcat: He's the guy you want watching your back if you ever need it.
Me: Really? He doesn't look like much to me.
Me: Wanna spar?
I'm pretty sure Wolverine smiled at me at this point.
[insert fighting here]
Shadowcat: Umm... guys....
Anyway, at some point in the dream I ripped Wolverines face off. Just the skin. This seemed to not go over well. Neither did my laughing.
Then Shadowcat phased me out of the Danger Room.
I'm pretty sure Wolverine was trying to hunt me down and make me go night, night.
I woke up not long after that. Oh well.
That was a good story, wasn't it? Okay, not really. But it all happened! Sort of.
The point of me writing all that is that for once in my life I actually feel like writing a superhero story.