akirali

Last night I dreamt that I was Moon Knight; the Fist of Khonshu, the avatar of the Egyptian god of vengeance. I stormed the new office headquarters of The Committee and cut a swath through their lackeys, brutally cutting and bludgeoning my way to the top floor, where The New Committee waited. The sons and daughters of the original Committee sat at a round table in the high-ceilinged penthouse office. I believed that I was lured there so that they could exact their revenge for my role in the death of their fathers. However, when I confronted them, they stated that they did not seek vengeance. They forgave me and knew that no amount of pain or torment they cause me would bring their fathers back. I couldn't believe it. Incredulous, I chastised them for summoning me, the right hand of the god of vengeance, in order to forgive him. Seething and still out for blood, I jumped through one of the floor-to-ceiling windows towards the busy night streets below. I opened up my cape-gilder and floated away in search of other quarry, my crescent-shaped cloak behind me, keeping me aloft.



Now, what the fuck does this dream say about me? Besides the fact that I read too many comics and totally love Moon Knight?