I've had some strange and violent dreams the past two nights.

Last night I was some sort of X-men type superhero who was somehow caught along with a female compatriot. They did some sort of torture on us for a while, then threw us faaaar down below the house where we were being kept into an icy subterranean cavern, where another of our heroes (I think beast) was being kept. They had put us in something similar to blue lab coats, but I had taken mine off because it was a symbol of my slavery to my captors. But when we landed in the frigid cavern, I went to grab it to put it on, but Beast warned me against it, telling me about how the type of material would actual sap the heat from my body faster.

The icy environment took on the shape of my parents' living room, and I saw there were printed out sheets of paper with strange symbols all over the place, along with some sort of printer/fax machine. The girl hero and I instantly began trying to come up with ideas about how to use this machine to our advantage, but Beast had been there for a loooong time before us, and claimed to have tried everything already. Then the girl said, "But has anyone even thought..." and picked up the phone on the machine, her eyes lighting up. "There's a dial tone; we can call outside!" she said. I ran over to it and asked whom we should call. We didn't know who could help us, but we knew our entrapment had something to do with the company (Wyeth) my dad works for, so I decided to call him. Unfortunately, perhaps because the cold was getting to me, I couldn't remember his number and was working to remember it when we heard a door opening at the top of the icy stairs (the machine was located at the bottom of these stairs). Not wanting to be caught and desiring to avoid the cutting of our phone line, I hung up quickly and tried to look like I had never noticed the machine. Our female captor came and sat on the top step, and we slowly, frozenly, made our way up to her, barely able to even move at this point.

She began talking to us, acting like a friend who wanted to help us escape our dungeon as quickly as possible by negotiating our cooperation. As she was talking, I was pulling chunks of ice off of the banister, and she got annoyed, asking, "Do you really have to do that?" I responded, "I'm sorry, I'm just trying to keep my fingers moving so they don't freeze off in this extremely freaking cold room." She looked at me in a frustrated way, her eyes moving up to the top of my closely buzzed head, and replied, "Well, it's not my fault. You said in your survey that you had bowl cut hair." My jaw dropped, and I was astonished that she was trying to make it seem like it was MY fault that I was cold.

Slightly worried that I may be ruining our chance of escape, I ascended the last few stairs and, surprising her, grabbed her shirt at the shoulder and the waist, pulled her up and over my head, and dropped her down the stairs, where she landed and tumbled with a few sickening noises, yelling. She began to crawl away from the base of the stairs, but I came down after her. Still halfway up the stairs, I heard the female hero calling my name (perhaps Rykundo??) and heard Beast yell, "Master!" Beast continued to yell this as I preyed down upon our captor and beat her a few times, sending her across the room.

I went to approach her once more, and she grabbed a few large paintings from her side and held them up as if to protect herself with the thin canvasses. The one in front was slightly reflective, and I saw my own image superimposed over the subject of the painting and became mesmerized by how strange I looked. The captor took this chance to sweep my legs out from under me. As the camera angel switched to a view from underneath the ice on which I was standing, my body and head came down on the ice hard, and red, strangely fluid blood came out, froze quickly, beaded up, and rolled out in waves from my body.

This is when I woke up.
(There are connections here to a Watchmen poster I saw two days ago and the first episode of season 3 of Battlestar Galactica, which I watched last night)