I still don't understand so much about why things from my dreams are carrying over into my life. It was already complicated, I really didn't need all the things that come along with this new...part of it I guess.
Superhero's aren't real. I still don't believe in them and I don't care who wants to prove me wrong. I've dreamed about blind guys fighting masses of people, teams and groups of mutants or Gods from other planets taking on the weirdest things I could imagine. I was friends, am friends with a lizard. My mentor is the cockiest but also one of the smartest sons of bitches I've ever met...and has his own Tower to prove it. Doesn't mean any of it should mean something to me.
I've learned I can do things. Weird things. Amazing things. I still have bills to pay. I still have myself to worry about. I'm not cut out for whatever else these dreams think I should be doing.