Brain-mixing: Air France crash and The Justice League

Last night I dreamt that I was on one of two jetliners that crashed into a field. We were all hanging out and having a good time until the pilot came onto the intercom and calmly asked us to take our seats. We immediately went into a nose-dive and I looked out the window and saw the ground coming up towards us at a very fast rate. The first plane hit the ground and exploded into a giant fireball. We were next. However, even as our plane smashed into the ground and the cabin was engulfed in flames I knew that everyone was going to come out of it okay. Sure enough, several minutes later all of the passengers debarked through the giant hole where the rear restrooms used to be in a calm and orderly manner. It was only then that I realized the plane was chock-full of superheroes. Superman and Wonder Woman were there, along with all of their friends. What the hell? Did this dual plane disaster occur at the unlikely moment when all of them were on lunch break? Maybe they weren’t concerned about the crashing fireball scenario because they were all super—but what about ME? I know I was in the minority, but come on! Lazy bastards. Even cheerleaders are more helpful these days.