I don't think helping Tony Stark cook paella for his super-hero friends and S.H.I.E.L.D. colleagues quite qualifies me for enrolment in the Avengers Initiative, but I do now at least know what my own super-hero name is.
On Tuesday night, I dreamt that Jen and I were in a seaside penny arcade. One of the arcade's main attractions was a 1.5×-scale mechanical Roger Moore.
Last night, I dreamt that I caught the end of a piece on BBC Radio 4's Woman's Hour, in which some feminist was spouting bollocks about Charles Darwin.
In which I conclude that I have dreamt somebody else's dream.
Last night, I dreamt I owned a very large silverback gorilla.