The other night, I had a dream about Michael Keaton. I remember nothing about the dream other than him being a total asshole, and my dream-self told someone, sheesh, Batman can be a real dick, huh?
In the wee hours of last night, I was dreaming it was the holidays already. My family was speaking to me again, and we – the two of us – were invited to go to a holiday dinner. Together. No one mentioned him or the arrest, the probation, none of it. Dream-self mentioned it to a family member, who simply shrugged it off, saying, none of it matters anymore. But that’s not true, because it’ll always matter. Even in my dream, I knew that. It’s going to be a black cloud over his head, and subsequently mine, forever.
I’ll take asshole Batman any day.
