I am posting this before I lose the memory... I had a very interesting dream last night, and I have no idea where it came from.
I was tapped to be a superhero of sorts... I don't know (or can't remember) who selected me for this, but I was approached to join a legion of superheros who "fight" for the underdogs and right the wrongs in the world.
I recall being approached by a nameless, faceless person and being told that I was among a secret chosen group of superheros. My uniform (costume) consisted of a blue bodysuit - kind of like those morph suits - that had the nose and eyes cut out. I had to wear a hat pulled low over my forehead to shield my eyes. (For what it's worth, in real life that morph suit would have looked hideous on my lumpy body... but I was rockin' it in my dream).
I went to a meeting of this legion. Part of my superhero persona was that I was a strong, silent type. I was not allowed to speak, unless it was some sort of earthshattering insight. (In real life, that's IMPOSSIBLE for me... and I recall being rather stressed about that in my dream.)
I know I was sent on some mission... I recall having to enter some sort of business to find some nefarious paperwork... but I don't know exactly what it was I was trying to "solve."
I also remember scouring a list of secret superheros that my benefactor gave me, and seeing that while I wasn't tapped for this role until I was 40, my name had been on it since birth.
I wish I could adequately describe the emotions I was feeling in the dream - confusion, excitement, some sort of noble purpose, intrigue, mystery, etc... but the right words escape me. All I know is that when I woke, I thought I WISH THAT WAS REALLY MY LIFE (minus the morph suit).
What did I eat before bed last night???