I had a dream where I was being kidnapped and pursued by killers, several of whom I killed, and I felt really good about it. I was in my element, home ground, but I felt like Alice when everyone was walking around like I did nothing really nasty. Like Dexter. She's a representative of what I'm dying to be. Someone who's driven, with undying devotion to something, anything.
And then Superman came in and started leaping around like a giant.
D_Marx Community Member 
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