|Billy Kaplan (actualwizard_bk) wrote in valarnet,|
@ 2019-09-12 11:13:00
|Entry tags:||billy kaplan (wiccan), gareth visser, kara danvers (supergirl), wanda maximoff (scarlet witch)|
Woke up with a stack of vintage comic books on the floor beside my bed. All issues I don't have. I know how I'm spending my day.
My dreams are still super weird. I mean, I'm definitely in New York but the Avengers are real and they've just disbanded. I know it's stupid but I woke up feeling heartsick because they'd broken up. I feel like I've just gone through a parental divorce or something, like the world's wonky. It's not real, I know that, and it's not like I can tell my therapist by the way I feel really crappy today because in my dreams my favourite superhero team totally just disbanded because everything's SNAFU in this alternate dream reality and by the way I can fly now, you know? I can't do that, so I'm just sort of left feeling like I've lost something even though I haven't.
I dreamed that someone called Iron Lad came from the future, I think? Anyway, he came and picked out a bunch of us to form the Young Avengers, which I guess makes me a superhero now? If that doesn't make me a superhero, I'm pretty sure the costume that appeared in my closet does, right?
I always thought I'd feel more excited if I ever developed superpowers but no one tells you about how to handle being able to fly if standing on top of a ladder freaks you out because it's too high. I can fly in the dreams and I levitated this morning when I was reading without really thinking about it. I guess that's something else to practise along with my electricity powers but I definitely wanna practise flight with someone who might be able to catch me if/when I inevitably fall. I don't wanna break my neck or anything.
I haven't mentioned these dreams to my therapist, but I kinda feel like I should. She wouldn't believe me, though, and I really don't want anyone thinking I'm losing my mind and having trouble distinguishing reality from fiction. It'd be better to just stop therapy altogether but my mom would start meddling if I did that and I'm not sure I can handle my mom deciding to fly out to California to shrink at me in person.
I don't know, I'm not even sure what the purpose of writing this up was. I don't really feel any better getting it out.
TL;DR dreams are interesting, I think I might be a superhero and probably need a new shrink.