Morning of September 20, 2014. Saturday.
I seem to be a passive viewer of an investigation of some sort, but also a part of the scene at times. I am not certain of the location but it seems to be taking place in the northeast corner of a first-floor room at two informally-placed and somewhat perpendicular desks. For a time, two unknown females are talking about a telephone being tapped. It does not seem like they are certain about what they are doing. When a number is given by one to the other, she complains that it is a private number (supposedly indicated by starting with 392) - as it seems it was supposed to be relative to a business, possibly a bank or illegal loan company. However, it is decided that at least one of them will pretend to be a call girl from the service already known by this other person. She sets up a meeting pretending to be from their usual escort service.
From here, my dream shifts into a hotel room (fourth floor or higher). My wife Zsuzsanna is now with me and I am more present in ny dream. Curiously, Tom Welling is there as well in his younger Clark Kent persona (from “Smallville”). He also seems to be some sort of amateur investigator. It is presently nighttime. In the distance is a very large building of several composite forms which seems almost like a small city in itself. There is one large belfry that is more like a towering apartment. Tom aka Clark seems to be indicating that one of the criminals under investigation (a corrupt banker) is living there Oddly, however, I seem to know it is where Bruce Wayne lives. I casually say “That is where Bruce Wayne, Batman, lives.” Suddenly, I realize that I should not have said that, as now Clark knows the superhero identity of Bruce Wayne. I walk more to the corner of the room saying “Whoops…pretend I did not say that”.
Clark (aka Tom) looks a bit confused. Apparently he has never heard of either Bruce Wayne or Batman. I guess it does not matter. I absentmindedly ask him if this is Earth A, B, or C and he replies with “C”. I am not sure what is going on by that point.
Looking back, I realize that I have “altered history” because now, I notice that there is a black leather outfit lying on one of the two beds (the one farthest from the door) which may very well be a prototype for a Batman costume. It seems that Clark Kent will now become Batman instead of Superman because of me talking about him for a short time. However, it also seems that Clark is partly in that outfit, but he is “disintegrating” in a similar manner as the monsters in “Little Monsters” do when exposed to light. One of the arms is still flopping around but Tom is mostly gone for now.
Suddenly, the general mood in my dream shifts a bit and I attempt to make a comedic exit (as if the dream is “giving up on itself”). I sing the old television “Batman” theme: “DO do DO do DO do DO do, DO do DO do DO do DO do…Batman!”
As I leave the hotel room, I see my wife and children sitting at computers in an adjoining room, which seems to be part of my old apartment on King Street. I go into the small hallway bathroom and after a short time I hear (seemingly from out of nowhere) Ian McKellen shouting “That’s the consequence of being a thumb…and ANGULAR!”.
What utter nonsense…
