So last night I dreamed that I was a superhero. And I was in love with another superhero, but she was slowly dying. She pretty much taught me how to be a badass and then kicked the bucket. 50 years later I was in a play about our love - that seemed terribly written. I got angry about this and lit the set on fire. They made me leave and get a therapist. The therapist was this sweet woman who was highly sympathetic but eventually she started talking about things from my relationship with superhero lady she couldn't possibly know. Her face changed and she WAS my superhero love. I was overcome with joy.