This is a strange confession, but last night I had a dream, and in this dream I was Superman. I had the same face and same out of shape body, which caused my super hero outfit to be very ill fitting. This is not the worst part.
Let me explain. I have only ever read one comic book issue in my entire life. The issue came out when I was in junior high and everyone was reading it. The issue was about the Death of Superman. I did not know the first thing about the comic book story line, but I was interested enough to read through it. I haven't thought about this since.
For some reason this crept into my dreams last night. I was superman and I was battling the villain from the story line, Doomsday. The strange part, and this is where it is relevant, is that one of my favorite students was Doomsday, and he eventually killed me after a hard fought battle. Doomsday did not look very scary like in the comics, but was simply one of my chemistry students as he looks every day. I like this student, and this makes me curious about my mental instability.