I dream that I am Superman; standing across from Lex Luthor. Lex complains that Superman has a body that requires no maintenance; no working out; in constant perfection. They are fighting; with words; with feelings; on a plane. Supergirl is there as well, attempting to subdue Luthor. In the form of Superman, there is the feeling of immense Power coursing through my body.
The scene switches; and it becomes Batman; or Tony Stark (Iron Man) taking Supergirl out on a date. They drive in some kind of a great, stretched limosine. For some reason; perhaps because it is not Supergirl at all but some kind of ice maiden; she likes it cold; so the billionaire has water spritzers fashioned within the limosine which then freeze, creating an icy cavernous space.
Somehow Superman and Luthor switch bodies for a time, and the humility of being in a fleshy form that requires maintenance becomes clear. Throwing a red ball, playing catch; all seem to have an underlying feeling temperance, of effort.
Then it is me; or some other self; trying to use my camera to get photos of the Sun. But I cannot get my left eye open. It is like it is swollen shut, and I pull upon the flesh around the eye to no avail. At one point; the settings on the camera seem weird; and I miss one particular picture to then get another.