Batman Archbishop

Date: 1/11/2017

There were some mystics who were obviously wearing fake moustaches, wigs and robes. I stopped to point them out. The Archbishop of Canterbury appeared in a black leather jacket - plain clothes - and slightly teased the mystics. We followed them over a hill. We might have been in Whitby. By the time we got to the other side, he was no longer in civilian clothes but white robes - still a leather jacket on the outside. He conducted a small Salvation Army orchestra. The tuba player was playing loud wrong notes; he was a young boy, c. 9. smaller than the tuba. A haunted house. My friend Jules had borrowed it for a Christmas party. We were meant to sleep over but it was too scary. As I left, a haunted piano was playing itself. I banged the notes but it carried on. Jules said she'd sold the place. I finished blending the Christmas yoghurt drink, in front of my father and Charlie. Charlie showed me the presents he'd got his family. A batman comic which would, through the narrative, plead forgiveness on his behalf. A custom comic. I assumed it was unnecessary as a gesture and wasn't sure if it was possible to tell him. It seemed like he was always apologising to his family in a heroic / grand way. The comic had been spoiled by some liquid and I pointed it out. Looking through, we critiqued the colours used - black, grey and orange. The comic became real - batman attacking groups of people, turning up with and announcing himself before going on the attack. One attack took place out at sea, on a rig or facility. Another such attack was due to take place at a Christmas party in a Wetherspoons. I was hiding at the back, watching behind a railing. It was possible to control the music; we were selecting Jungle tunes which would play. Dean, my boss from the speedboat company, turned up. He seemed like a gangster. The Helicopter Tune played while he took his table, discreetly but also with full acknowledgment that everyone could see him. Batman was no longer in the dream. My friend approached - the carpenter, Jim - and, as usual I felt guilty I'd not seen much of him. He dismissed the quality of the music, and told me Josh was elsewhere having an orgy with many women.