I wish someone would just weave this whole thread into a coherent narrative.
I often can't weave my own sngle-session dreams into a coherent narrative.
A couple of nights ago, there was something about a Batmobile (actually, had the look of a locomotive, a bit like Doc Brown's flying train from Back To The Future III, only not steam, and definitely a Val Kilmer-era batmobile apart from that) that was 'better' than someone else's batmobile (due to height, and wimdows). And it had a kind of powder applied to its rear that resurrected/freed Catwoman in some manner (I blame my messing about with a Powder Toy-type thing, that evening before going to sleep), but this did not seem to bear any relationship with the other theme of the night in which some sort of rock-group (in mecha-suits) were playing an arena, the roof of which I was running across until I discovered a way to jump up and into a ventilation shaft to slixe diagonally down ?in my own mecha-suit? to join them. Which they were pleased about. The link escapes me.
As did the link with the second house I owned, and yet did not live in, which had visitors I was accidentally intruding upon, and the spreadsheet of flashing boxes providing information of a nature I cannot now recall (but had interesting features useful to a RL project . No coherence that I could convey, at all. Very vivid, though.