the joker

So…I’ve had this dream before—several times.  I don’t know why.

I’m in this house that used to belong to my grandparents—but it’s different, a lot bigger.  There were many people there.  Fighting a war.  Against the Joker.  And the Riddler.

We’re moving from room to room fighting against all the Joker’s men, shooting back and forth.  At one point, I get shot in the arm but it doesn’t hurt.  However, we’re losing and I take some of the blood from my arm and wipe it all over my face and try to pretend to be dead so none of the bad guys will come hurt me.

At some point, all survivors are ordered to a large gathering room.  They told us it’s just a surrender and we won’t be hurt, so I get up and go to the room. 

I found Carleigh and told her, “I always have this dream when we’re in this house.  It’s weird.  How can I always have the same dream?”

Then we went to the large room and everyone was lining up.  It was like trying to go through customs at the airport.  Suddenly, I remember from the last dream that this is a set up.  The Joker is pretending to be at peace with us, and when we all get in here, he’s going to blow the place up.  I remembered that in the last dream, he was covered in a grey trench coat and a grey hat.  I found a little man going through a line in the grey coat and hat, and picked him up, turned him upside down and started beating it on the table.  It turned out that it wasn’t a man.  It was a container of Anti-A serum with a grey dropper top.  It broke in my hand as I was hitting it on the table.  I had to pull glass shards out of my hand and it was gross.

I never found the Joker, but we never got blown up.  I guess I moved on to another dream at that point.