Saving Superheroes... Maybe

Last night's dream was all over the place, but it had some cool themes.

I was a member of the X-Men. Angel, Iceman, Beast and I were downtown when a bank robbery broke out. The robber left on foot. Angel tore his clothes off, revealing his costume and took off flying after the guy. I gathered up his clothes and took off after both of them. I had a cape that allowed me to glide on the air (weakest power ever!) I tried to keep up with them, but the trail led to a small, old-time doctor's house, something out of the 1930's I'd suspect. It was like a multiple-level shack really. It was a Planned Parenthood place, as the signs advertised free birth control. The X-Men were being held captive inside.

I awkwardly glided up to the top of the shack and crawled through an attic window. I could hear what was going on through different vents upstairs. The doctor was clearly up to something as he was bellowing out the standard super-villain maniacal laugh.

Unfortunately, the dream shifted there and I ended up waking up. I'm sure the X-men were okay.