Once again I had a dream wherein I had to remember something. I was just conscious enough to puzzle it out, then recite it over and over and over in my head until I got it just right, and then I woke up.
It's kind of like an earworm, only with words instead of songs and tunes.
Anyway, for some reason I had to remember the spoken introduction to the old TV series Adventures of Superman, the one with George Reeves as Superman. I'm not sure why I had to recite this legendary opening, but I did. I worried over it, because I kept getting the very first parts wrong. I kept thinking, "Faster than a locomotive... no, that's not it. Hmm. Ah! Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive!" and then I'd move on from there, teasing the words out of the dark recesses of my memory.
Eventually I woke up, but the memoryworm stayed with me all day, poking at my mind as I tried to update a course on mortgage products. ("No wonder," I hear you cry.)
It's not all that odd that my subconscious would choose Adventures of Superman. I watched that show religiously in the 60s, when it was already in reruns. I wanted to be Lois Lane when I grew up. She was so smart! She was a reporter! I also had a crush on Clark Kent. He was so suave. Even though he was supposed to be mild mannered, I thought he was great. Of course, he always found a way to strip off his suit and glasses and leap out of the window when Superman's presence was required.
Be that as it may, I couldn't get the damn thing out of my head. So I opened up a new Word document and typed out what I remembered, without looking it up. This is what I typed:
Faster than a speeding bullet...
More powerful than a locomotive...
Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound...
Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's SUPERMAN!
Yes, it's Superman, strange visitor from another planet, who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men. Superman, who can change the course of mighty rivers, bend steel in his bare hands, and who (disguised as Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper) fights a never-ending battle for truth, justice, and the American Way!
Then I looked it up.
HAH! So I punctuated it differently, but I got it right! Which only goes to show, I suppose, that I watched way too much TV when I was a kid.