bwuh, brain?

[valis2]

So I dreamt that I had superpowers--kind of like I was an enhanced human being with advanced abilities. And this guy got to know me, and we were in this strange very vertical football stadium, and I had vaulted down a few levels and was talking to the guy. And he seemed trustworthy, and he asked me what the secret was to my powers. And I told him it was my pancreas, which talked to me and gave me my abilities. He wanted to hear it talk, and I rolled my eyes, grinning, and said, "You can't hear it because it's inside of me. Only I can hear it."

We talked further, and he seemed really interested in my pancreas. So I made him promise to be careful, and then I stuck my fingers inside myself and pulled it out and handed it to him. He gave me an evil grin, and took off. Well, without the special recuperative powers of the magical talking pancreas, I could only live for an hour, and barely that. So I was flopping around like a fish out of water, desperate to have it back.

He showed up just as I was about to take my last breath, and gave it back, laughing, telling me that he knew all of its secrets and I was too far gone to live. I stuffed it back inside of myself, hoping that it would have enough power to bring me back.

The pancreas was not pleased with me. It was this weird cinnamon color and it was a little squishy and weird.

There was some subplot involving Green Lantern and a night op but I can't remember it now.

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[venivincere]

(Unless you like cinnamon surliness). *g*

[valis2.livejournal.com]

*snort* Yes, that. Poor thing, it was really pissed off at me.

[venivincere]

So, did you live, or did you wake up before you found out if you lived, or not?

[valis2.livejournal.com]

Amusingly enough, in the dream I knew I was the main character, so of course I'd live, because otherwise the movie would end prematurely. *giggles*