I had the most awesome dream ever. Sasha Luss and Mag and two other models who weren’t important enough for me to recognize their faces or know their names were in a model gang. I was on the roof overlooking a pool that they were walking around before a fashion shoot, and I asked Sasha what the hell she was doing here. And Mag answered back, “That’s because you forget your lineage.” No idea what that means.
It was awesome. Denzel Washington and the Rock were in the dream. I was black. And I was Superman’s father. And I built a null void transporter that pierced the veil of spacetime. Think Star Trek transport but like from planet to planet. And I had to convince Denzel Washington, the Rock, and the fashion models to fight off invaders so I had enough time to send baby Superman away to safety. Yeah, pretty sure the fashion models are going to be useless. But dude, the Rock. Pretty sure we’re fine.
I guess those Hercules movie commercials really work huh? Denzel was going to die though. But he always dies. I was on the verge of figuring out how to save Denzel, but then I woke up. Oh well. Guess he’s gonna die.