Uh. Damn. That's one hell of a nightmare, all right. I do like the little bat saying 'welcome back!' in a friendly fashion, though. See, if this were MY dream, it would be immediately derailed by that little bat. We'd strike up a friendly conversation, I'd forget immediately about the scene of horror in front of me (Alfred, meanwhile, would probably be waving frantically in the background trying to get my attention) and either me and the bat would go off on a happy adventure involving going to a bookstore, finding the perfect books that I've always wanted, then unwisely putting them down and losing them again (an irritating dream I have far too often), in which case it would no longer be a nightmare, or the bat would gain my confidence, go to whisper sweet nothing in my ear, then turn into an enormous bulldog-faced monster and bite my head off, in which case, it'd still be a nightmare. Then again, I'm weird. Then again then again, so is Batman. Try talking to the little bat, Batman - it can't hurt.