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I'm going to skip all the truly interesting parts of the weekend for now--the concert with that and discojesus, the chocolate cheesecake with bird bits, the continued strangeness with my family and the odd fun of having Texan friends crashing in my living room--to describe the dream I had last night. It's sad, yeah, but that's just the way I roll.

Besides, this is the best dream I've had in months, and you'll know why in one sentence: I dreamt I was a member of the Justice League whose only superpower was that my hunches were amazingly accurate.

Had no idea where they came from or how to trigger them, got no explanation as to *why* I'd feel a certain way, I just...had hunches.

In my "backstory" (which popped fully-generated into the dream, complete with the fact that my one unarmed combat class with Batman had been a dismal failure) there had been a lot of conversations along the lines of:

ME: Hey, stand over here.

BOOSTER GOLD: Why?

ME: I dunno. But do it! It's important!

BOOSTER: Get ben--*car falls from sky, crushing him*

I should also mention that there was one other League member in my hometown, whose credentials consisted of being twelve feet tall and built like a pink Aardman Animation human who'd been squashed down into an oval shape. And dumb, lordy, he was dumb. He had the only League communication device, and kept getting in trouble because he'd blow off urgent summons to play football. (He'd toss it too high and take out the walls of nearby buildings. He thought that was hilarious.)

His code name was Mikey, because, well, it was the best he could come up with.