Then onto a different dream. I was me again, sadly. My friend was using a cash machine, which was actually a bin in Partick. He forgot to lift the rest of his money. I got it for him, and pocketed it for safe-keeping. Lots of people looked at me like I was stealing it. I was annoyed.
I was Superman, or some approximation of him. I had angered a man by firing him from being my deputy (yes, somehow I was also a sheriff). Despite this, when his mother called and offered me the chance to have a shower at their family home, I readily accepted. I was fairly certain that it was a trap, but the offer of a shower was too great to refuse. I arrived at the house and headed towards the shower (which was actually a cupboard in my old living room in real life). My former deputy snuck up behind me, but I knew he was there (cos I’m goddam Superman) and knocked him down with an elbow. I headed in for my shower and was miffed to find that their was an electricity meter in its place (seeing as it’s a cupboard and all).