DreamBank :: 040708 :: The Joker

Last night I dreamt Heath Ledger as the Joker pursuing me relentlessly, for I was "The Batman". Not only did the Joker [first fictional character to murder a living human being in the real world] act to personify symbols of Darkness and Insanity in my psyche, but he was made all the more terrifying by the fact that he was also, quite literally, Heath Ledger's Ghost. Victim and Murderer at the same time, he was now trying to kill me, and I dreamt only of survival, until we ended up dancing with each other. I pierced him many times with a rough iron spear which passed through his body with ease; he seemed made of a dense ash. Finally, we became friends, because I could not destroy him. Arm and arm, we shared huge chunks of birthday cake off of a giant server while SINGING ALOUD!

He told me secrets about myself.

I woke with a familiar sensation of relevance and revelation.

It was months later that I finally read Arkham Asylum