in reading wolverine's 'origin' series from 2001...
it makes sense why he's so short now.
maybe not why he's that short.
...and then this afternoon dreaming that i discovered i was like wolverine.
and jerkface was the only one i thought made sense to go to.
...
okay then.
i considered how he'd be trustworthy and level headed enough if i was, say, a mutant with claws coming out of my hands and a self-healing complex.
SNIKT!
i daresay the disparity of said situation would beg my foolish mind to put aside its differences.
Still, the dream was quite odd...
And somehow his girlfriend showed up and thought I was some monster. she knew who i was and that made her think worse of me. She hated me and was frightened, wanted him to do something but he was caught up in wanting to do what she said and betraying my trust by telling someone or making himself look good by trying to get rid of me himself...
or try to help a friend and keep my secret.
...odd.
Surprisingly the oddest part of the dream was not having claws like wolverine.
Or how natural it felt to suddenly realize how swift and strong I was.
it was how natural it was to ask him for help.
hmm.
my subconscious really still thinks of him as a friend, doesn't it?
i suppose in all reality this is a good thing.
then again, it apparently would take me learning that i'm a mutant to be friends with him again.
Hey Lord, i'm up for that!
...
okay, not happening, right?
besides, wolverine has a nasty temper.
sometimes.
however generally for the right reason
...depending on the comic.
...and the memory loss would be rather frustrating.
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