I dreamt I was in an as yet unfilmed episode of Star Wars. Superman was also in it with me. This was not George Reeves or Chris Reeve, but the new kid Brandon Reeve. Oh, and he had long black hair. Stormtroopers were after us and Superman and I were fighting them off. Although it was going as good as could be expected, I sensed something was bothering Superman. Suddenly I could read his mind.
“I could have been a lawyer or a doctor, but no! I’m a stupid hack reporter. No one likes me. At least I have this beautiful soft hair that I can run my fingers through. It makes me feel whole.”
Once all the stormtroopers were dispatched with I grabbed Superman by the shoulders and I said, “BUCK UP CHUMP! Number one, you got to cut that hair, you look like a chick. Number Two, I don’t ever remember Hervé Villechaize complaining and he had tons of stuff to complain about!”
Superman was shocked but I got through to him. There was no time to contemplate because more stormtroopers were on the way…