It’s no secret to anyone who’s asked me lately, “how are you doing”, that I am suffering from severe back pain. Here’s how this pain has translated into my dream world:

I’m Wolverine, the mutant with super healing ability and a metal alloy skeleton. I’m in a bar shooting pool and three guys with their own mutant powers confront me and start a fight. Being outnumbered three to one the fight is short: one of the bad guys has the ability to control electricity and electrocutes me into unconsciousness onto the bar floor.

While I am out, the bad mutants put me into this ornate, Gothic magician’s box that is used to cut people in half with knives (there is a stage in the bar and a magician has a nightly show). I come into consciousness locked in the box, screaming in pain as they use a big knife to cut me in half from head to groin. They open the box and I fall out in two pieces.

While I lay there in two halves my healing powers go to work: each half of me slides towards the other and soon I am whole again. But something has changed. In addition to my Wolverine powers, I now have the same powers as the bad guy mutants.

Now here things go unexpected, and I think this is an important part of the dream: once healed, I do not kick the bad mutants’ asses. Instead we go out of the bar and run around together playing with our powers.

I need to digest this one some more - having super powers is complicated.