So I remember a dream from last night.

I was showing [livejournal.com profile] seawings around a place--maybe my house in the dream, and had to talk to an OC friend. When I came back she was gone, but I thought it might be time for her friend Lisa (another off-stage OC) to pick her up, as she had mentioned. But then I looked to the right and saw [livejournal.com profile] seawings in the clutches of The Boss, who was starting to fly out a doorway or window with her, and 2 nondescript skinny girls, maybe a teen and child (also OC's) in tow. The Boss was not completely visualized and I think cartoonish, with a blue cape, broad shoulders and small masked head.

I think my self-commentary while the dream was still going on stated that he did not look like my ex-boss, so he may not be a representation of any particular boss, but he was definitely a representation of my unemployment resentment. Yes, I start psychoanalyzing myself before the dream is over--I was raised by a roving pack of psychologists and social workers, whaddya want?

So I started flying after the villain with [livejournal.com profile] seawings in tow as they gained height. BTW, [livejournal.com profile] seawings had put on her blue-grayish black wool coat, which I think she really has, before she was grabbed, 'cause its important to put on a coat before you fly. I, of course, was experiencing slow-motion chase syndrome, so I was not gaining on them, but out of the blue flew another OC wearing burgundy tights and a short gold-brown, maybe spotted, fur vest and hat with 1940's or 50's styled gold hair. She flew after them and grabbed ahold of [livejournal.com profile] seawings and the girls, which was all it took to free them from the Boss, who flew onward without stopping or even a "Curses!" or anything. I thanked the woman for rescuing my friends, and she was all smiley and sweet, even if her superhero fashion-sense was highly questionable.

Then I noticed [livejournal.com profile] seawings and the girls were plummeting down to The City below, as burgundy tights woman wasn't still holding them. I was trying to start to fly down to them, when burgundy tights woman noticed, went "Oops!" smiled, held up a finger, and swooped down to grab them. She waved up and smiled once she had a hold of them again and proceeded to take them down for a slow landing.

I then flew on in pursuit of the Boss. What exactly I was going to accomplish, since I couldn't fucking fly well enough to rescue my friends, I don't know, but on I went in pursuit, which was a cool ending, as I woke up.

Thank You Burgundy'n'Fur Lady, wherever you are!!!!

And I guess it's time I get in touch with [livejournal.com profile] seawings.
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