Reviews, and a superhero dream

Last night’s dream: I was watching a group of superheroes. The first and second in command were Batman-Superman types (aren’t they always?), and the second in command was very depressed for some reason. They were above a neutrally hostile country – the country was not pleased to have them there, but wasn’t going to do anything first. Instead, it sent sentries, city-sized dark red robots. The robots hovered in the air, but horizontally, with their eyes closed, sleeping, waiting for something to happen.

The 2IC fell from the sky, plunging down through a high school and deep into the ground. The country sent an operative in to find out what was happening, and she was telepathic and didn’t speak the same language as the superheroes, so when the rest of the group showed up, she talked to the leader using the 2IC’s mental names for the members: “Fantastic” for the leader, “Lucky” for the Flash character – and it was so obviously revealing that the leader got her to stop before she said more.

Then I woke up.

( Fiction: Goodman, Pessl, Bachman/King )