Had a Superhero Dream Last Night Where I Landed on Shore From Being Tossed at Sea & Left a Giant Frog Print on the Side of a Building

My dreams have been extra-adventurous of late, probably because I'm moving around less. Last night was a survivor series at sea, where all these obstacles kept coming at us: sharks, ships, pirates, storms, and our crew was dwindling down. The odder part of the dream was I wasn't the protagonist. I was the aging man at the front of the boat. At one point, I leaped onto land and used my frog-tongue to pull everyone to shore. I also jumped from building to building leaving a gooey frog print in my wake. 

One of the characters pulled ashore said, "There goes Frog, again. He's back."

I could analyze the dream until I exhaust it, but I don't want to think about it too much. I simply like having superpowers and to be the silent, non-important character who suddenly arises with extraordinary abilities...almost like I'm Ben from the Umbrella Academy, #6. I just went ape-shit crazy when I was unleashed. It felt good, actually. 

Truth is, it was a stress dream, as I'm trying to survive the month of November. I promised myself that I would not eat gummy frogs for dinner, and I'd be good about picking up good foods so I don't eat crap lying around my office. I need to look good in my superhero tights, should I start running again (the ankle. Oi Vay).

It's fun waking up to dreams that I have to recall and piece back together. I'm impressed that I could project myself as the mysterious man sitting in the corner of the boat not participating in the struggle to survive...just watching. Then, I leaped into action and I was a mad-man taking down the obstacles. Felt good that I was able to accomplish anything in my life these days. My arms were outstretched, I grew gigantic, and that tongue was lethal....a variation of Ben, but green. 

Anyway...another 14-hours a day week, so I need to get my behind in gear. I'm off...limping, but off.