Insufficient Heroism

Date: 1/2/2017

There was a group of seven friends that I was somewhat acquainted with, who under the tutelage of a university professor formed a super team. Their goal was not necessarily to stop crime, but to help those who were in need. Each member had a different theme that decided their costume and style. I don't remember most of them, but one was music. They carried around an instrument, and would play it if someone looked down or something. I had the idea for giant truck-mounted turret-like speakers that they could use offensively, and the director said he would consider it. I was going to be the art-based team member, the only problem being that literally everyone else on the team was a decent artist, and I'm not. For most of the dream, one of the other members and I were running through the city, to go fetch an item that a sick person needed. We actually did some fairly neat parkour, and brought the thing back no problem. In my next dream, I was in the car with Trevor and Brigham. I was in the passenger seat, which was on the left side of the car, Trevor was driving, and Brigham was in the back. We were about to leave from Brigham's house, when a badger the size of a bear walked up on its hind legs and opened the car door. We all freaked out, and I started calling animals control when I woke up.