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Weird, weird dream.
I was Bruce Wayne, sitting across from Clark Kent at a fancy restaurant, and Clark had brought this kind of white pill that could be snapped in half. I asked if it would react with my medication. Clark said yes, but take it anyway. I snapped it in half and dropped one half in his drink, one half in mine. It fizzed and dissolved like alka seltzer and I drank it.
Then there was a very long sequence where I was Han Solo in a darker, unhappier later universe, after Chewbacca had died and when things had started going downhill. I was in a base fighting the enemy, whoever that was, from room to room. There was a blocked-off room full of the sick and wounded, and another blocked-off room full of Jedi kids. I remember wanting to move all of them together into one room, but there wasn't time and it wasn't safe. Eventually the bad guys left, but the room with the kids was empty now. Anguish!
And then I-as-Han-Solo started reality-hopping. There was this whole thing with book covers, like for one of those Younger Reader miniseries like Galaxy of Fear, showing me in strange different places. Always trying to get home, always getting flung somewhere new. I had a monologue once while looking over a map that included a very large cave with an image of the Falcon on one side and the stylized Batman logo on the other, and in the monologue I said that there had been one universe where there had been no echos, so I had waited that one out instead of trying to get back home. And the weirdest universes were the ones where they were surprised to see the Falcon.
In one of those, I went out and found a young man and a young woman, and I thought these were primitive times because they threw something on a wheel. But it was a PVC pipe. And then they took me to a pharmacy and one of them brandished an automatic-looking gun while the other robbed the cashier. The one with the gun said look at the rightness of their cause. People gave things up for it! And then I followed the young man and talked him into realizing that this was wrong. And walked back to the Falcon with three baby corn snakes wrapped around my hand and wrist.
Finally, I was Bruce Wayne in the restaurant with Clark Kent again. He hadn't swallowed his entire drink and told me that he'd been testing it on me, so if either of us died of that pill, it would be me. I glared at him, and he shrugged and downed the rest of his. And then I woke up.
I was Bruce Wayne, sitting across from Clark Kent at a fancy restaurant, and Clark had brought this kind of white pill that could be snapped in half. I asked if it would react with my medication. Clark said yes, but take it anyway. I snapped it in half and dropped one half in his drink, one half in mine. It fizzed and dissolved like alka seltzer and I drank it.
Then there was a very long sequence where I was Han Solo in a darker, unhappier later universe, after Chewbacca had died and when things had started going downhill. I was in a base fighting the enemy, whoever that was, from room to room. There was a blocked-off room full of the sick and wounded, and another blocked-off room full of Jedi kids. I remember wanting to move all of them together into one room, but there wasn't time and it wasn't safe. Eventually the bad guys left, but the room with the kids was empty now. Anguish!
And then I-as-Han-Solo started reality-hopping. There was this whole thing with book covers, like for one of those Younger Reader miniseries like Galaxy of Fear, showing me in strange different places. Always trying to get home, always getting flung somewhere new. I had a monologue once while looking over a map that included a very large cave with an image of the Falcon on one side and the stylized Batman logo on the other, and in the monologue I said that there had been one universe where there had been no echos, so I had waited that one out instead of trying to get back home. And the weirdest universes were the ones where they were surprised to see the Falcon.
In one of those, I went out and found a young man and a young woman, and I thought these were primitive times because they threw something on a wheel. But it was a PVC pipe. And then they took me to a pharmacy and one of them brandished an automatic-looking gun while the other robbed the cashier. The one with the gun said look at the rightness of their cause. People gave things up for it! And then I followed the young man and talked him into realizing that this was wrong. And walked back to the Falcon with three baby corn snakes wrapped around my hand and wrist.
Finally, I was Bruce Wayne in the restaurant with Clark Kent again. He hadn't swallowed his entire drink and told me that he'd been testing it on me, so if either of us died of that pill, it would be me. I glared at him, and he shrugged and downed the rest of his. And then I woke up.