So, probably as a result of watching too many comic-book based movies recently (Sky High, X-Men III, V is for Vendetta - hey, it's been a while since I got to see many movies, and yes, this is a paranthetical inside a paranthetical, go away, I just woke up - Blade) I had a dream last night about being a mutant/superhero sort of thing.

My powers were both extremely useful and excessively annoying to other people:

I could pick up any object and know immediately what it was and who had been the last person using it and what they were thinking when they were. But it never quite seemed cool, or anything, to know that. It was all "well, of course it's a rocket built into a spear for the purpose of killing you, what else would it be" and seemed all very intuative to me. It wasn't so much a flash of inspiration, but something that it seemed like I always knew. Which annoyed everyone around me. And me.

My other power was having Sandi-memory. I remembered things about five minutes into the future-flexible. Future-flexible, of course, meaning that whatever I saw could actually be changed, provided that five minutes was enough time to do something about it. Getting out of the way of incoming fire, for instance. Sometimes I could see things further ahead, which was called future-static. If I saw anything that was happening more than five minutes from now, it usually meant there wasn't anything that could be done about it. The methods would change, but not the madness. (For instance, if I saw Fly-Boy being shot in a future-static moment some two days from now, I might be able to help him dodge the first bullet. Or the third. Or even live for another day or so, but eventually, he would be shot, and my messing with the future-static usually meant that the consequences were worse than if I'd left them alone. For instance, letting Fly-Boy be shot, he might be only grazed and he can recover. Trying to save him meant I was shot, and Beastie was shot, and Fly-Boy was shot, and this time he died.)

And we didn't have cool names, really. No SuperMan or Rogue or Wolverine... we had nicknames given to us because there were so damned many of us that the press gave us stupid names just to tell us apart. Fly-Boy, for instance. Flew. He had this wing-webbing stuff from his wrists to his ankles that he used to fly - more like a flying squirrel than a bird. Beastie could shape-shift and usually chose some sort of monster-shape. He could be a mouse or a cat or even another person, but mostly he chose to be a sort of cross between a large insect and a wolf. I was "Miss Know-it-All". Yeah...

For some reason, I woke up thinking this was all very oddly appropriate.

Miss Know-it-All...