I took a late trip to the Grand Canyon 3 dream-nights ago, and I was bedazzled to see something so spectacular and unprecedented ever in my life. My eyes just flipped backwards to check the authenticity of my visit to this vast spread of mountainous artistry, not withholding the goosebumps so tangible that I could feel liquid Nitrogen melting in my veins. The sheer dumbfound luck that I found was so precious to be precocious natured for a comic-con fan like me.

As I crudely reeled the shutter off my eyes, I found a hugely built muscular giant looming large over the Superior as a green comet does over a lake so serene to be blue in precise. Indeed, it was the HULK!!! No 3-D glass would ever give me that feeling for I felt one thing so captivating – his fists just missed me as he tried to smash an Asgard prince with a mighty thump (THOR anyone..?)! I for once was taken aback. ‘Aren’t they the Avengers?’ I really cross-examined myself just as Thor hammered one on Hulk’s carven back. The confusion hoopla soon turned out to be a bizarre dream in a dream itself as I saw the caped Knight drag the man with disliking towards Kryptonite. Seriously, Batman mauling Superman as if he was a dead carcass? No way!! Superman had on prior tried to laser off the Dark Knight, but the man with the money, fame and dames just shied it off! As a young kid I always fancied being Batman (tying a black bedsheet strangulating my neck for a while) and especially watching him live beating the hell out of an overrated superhero was always one that I cherished then.

With these events not sufficing the overgrown dreaming, an Amazon warrior like woman with an American outfit slashing and flashing her wrists and by doing so deflecting back all-direction bullets digressed my eyes off Batman’s heroics. What is a Justice League decorative doing in the scorching Appalachian away from the sunny Savannas!! Weirder as it got, she gently pin-handled the man with the golden gun, 007 (that makes up for the titanium bullets off a Glock 17). Shut the front door!! Bond?  I just tried to slap myself off the dream in a dream of the dream I had planned to dream before dreaming the previous night. To exacerbate the convoluted happenings, I saw Flash waltzing past the man in Steel, Iron Man. “Boom… kaboom…dishoom…kapow…pow…thud…uggh” were few words describing their unending duel which am sure is impossible to appease even by Duality theory.

 I finally awoke that morning away from the dream in a dream of a dream that I had dreamt of dreaming the previous night given due consideration to the thousand knocks on my door as Mom pounded on and on. One thing’s for sure, Dreams are Beautiful unless they become as flummoxing as mine!!