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We begin with an... odd movie intro. It's some superhero team movie opening shot, where it shows off all the characters and such while the main theme plays in the background (think of that terrible CGI DC bit where they show off the Justice League in really awkward 3D). My dream didn't bother to distinguish between any of them, though: every one just looked like a Daft Punk DJ.

Cue disembodied voiceover intro. Of course, my dreams don't really speak english, so I'm going to kinda... bodge it.

The tone I got was something akin to this:

The world's mightiest heroes, brought together.

[Cue the DJs against a blue backdrop]

Always fighting for goo-

[Cue the whole thing glitching out and going to red]

Not all supers are heroes.

There really wasn't much in terms of intro. Basically, the superheroes turned evil.

Why?

Dunno!

Anyways: cue them going about and exploding everything they come across. I distinctly remember one scene of a family in their house getting torn to shreds by Vision's forehead laser beam. The whole world was being completely disintegrated.

And the mightiest of all was Superman.

Except Superman wasn't just Superman.

Superman was all the superheroes, combined into one (possibly like Voltron?). He was the most powerful being of all time, greater even than a god. Imagine Superman turned evil with all the infinity stones.

His power was something akin to that.

The dream itself was split into three POVs, each in the same universe and such. It was... very weirdly coherent. 

The first POV was me as this Superman fella. I was the villain, essentially. The not-evil heroes were fighting back against me (though my dream had it be more like an informal court of law than a battlefield), and I was absolutely convinced that I wasn't evil--to the point that I started screaming at everybody. I was running around and destroying things and--

I collapsed to the ground, finding this black goop stuff. It was like the symbiote goop from Venom, but it wasn't at all sentient. However, it was still the stuff that was turning me evil: I realized this, and immediately started using it as an excuse to everyone else that I'm not actually evil. Everyone agrees, but I can only live under one condition:

That I defeat it and never turn evil again.

 

Second POV: I'm me. I don't know what kind of me--I think I was younger, cooler, better-looking... the works. The world is sorta post-apocalyptic, and I'm trying to survive with my younger brother (who, by the way, has nothing to do with my irl younger brother), when I'm found by none other than Superman Mega EX lv. 9999999999999.... We've been avoiding him for as long as we could... but there's only so long you can avoid the most powerful being in the universe.

He wants to induct us into his evil army. Now, don't ask me why an unstoppable being needs an army, because that's unimportant. I distinctly remember running barefoot through a thicket of dirt and thorns and such to escape him--to no avail, of course.

Consider me captured.

Now, bear in mind that evil Superman isn't jerkwad Superman. He believes that what he does is right, and wants people to have the choice to join him willingly; to change for the better. By capturing us, he introduces us to some loyal folks of his own:

My brother and I.

From another reality.

That's right: Superman can pierce the barriers between universes and access new realities. And in order to convince us to join him, he found... us. Already convinced.

Turns out I don't like myself that much.

Me and me are immediately at gripes with each other. He's this self-righteous little git, and I'm absolutely abhorred by the idea of joining Superman in his evil multiversal conquest. In short, we're not characteristically compatible.

I... don't really remember too much. There was this massive concrete training area at one point, where I was decidedly not training. And later I was using my chosen one powers to beat up alt-me like the chad I was. I'm pretty sure he started it, but still... neither of us were in the right here.

We were both, like, twelve. I.E. not mature.

The turning point of this POV was when I accidentally broke my leg (alt-me's leg, not... me-me's leg). He was collapsed on the ground in extreme pain, and I was apologizing over and over in a panic, 'cause - like, guys, I just broke a kid's leg. He was on the ground and I yanked his leg around and it went in the wrongest direction.

I... don't know what happened after that.

 

Third POV: Alt-me.

Backstory time. How did all this happen?

My world was conquered long ago by evil Superman, but had given in to his rule rather than being destroyed and inducting the survivors. I was old enough to join the military trainees (y'know... twelve years). My trainee corps was aboard a big ol' star destroyer thingy, which was currently docked on my home planet. I met up with my admiral (who was cool) and my trainer guy (who was also cool), then followed them to join the other cadets.

So... at this point, my dream decided it wasn't worth distinguishing between any particular forms of media, so I was going to train to be a Sith Underling... following Superman. It was weird, yeah... but also AWESOME.

I don't remember any of the other cadets, which is kinda disappointing. I remember that they were all pretty new to it like myself, but I had something different in me: an affinity with a certain form of lightsaber. It was a longer, heavier version, but I had this epic minute or so where I was just nyooming it around like a marching band's baton, flinging it into the air and twiriling it in circles and... just hot dang was it cool!

Unfortunately, it all became very unintelligible after that. The lightsabers became the nasty walmart plastic versions, we were all thrown into an arena where our blades weren't working, it may or may not have regressed to a plastic ball pit at one point... I dunno.

That was kinda the extent of it.

 

Why am I telling you this?

Well, obviously, because I need to write it now.

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