Still pre-coffee.

[matt_doyle]

Last night's dream:  that I was Tim Drake (formerly Robin, now Red Robin, for those of you shamefully not keeping up on DC Comics continuity), and that Steph and Dick and I were investigating.... something.  I am honestly not positive what, because it was confusing in the nonlinear, nonsensical ways dreams so often are, and our attempt to find a forensic pathologist ended with us busting a crime ring of elderly murderous doctors who dabbled in applied toxicology thanks to the large number of venomous snakes they kept.  Also one of them had a gun, which was clevery defeated by all of us wearing Kevlar bodysuits.  I was the only one who didn't get bitten, but none of us were worried, because, uh, we're the goddamn Bat-family.   We have the antivenin back at the Cave.

For once, a lucid, coherent dream that in no way helps me write anything.  Ah well.  It was fun being Tim.