Apocolypse NOW

The dreams I have are so torturous. I fly at night. And I come crashing back down to Earth when I wake up.

Last night I was Superman. Which is weird, because I've always disliked Superman as a comic book hero. But I did have fun creating monstrous whirlpools amongst beach goers with the laser vision. And "Lois Lane" was there, when I had finished my rampage. She knew who I was and loved me anyway. We held each other tight, until she decided she couldn't do it anymore, and she didn't know why. It just wasn't working. I didn't understand why she wanted to just throw away the best thing to happen to Earth without so much as a real reason. I couldn't fly anymore after that.

And I woke up in a sweat. At first I decided I just wanted to lay in bed all day feeling sorry for myself. But I've since decided I'd rather get blackout drunk at the Tram Party and fall asleep somewhere on the mountain when my friends forget about me.

I'm no Superman.