I don't remember much about the movie as it appeared in my dream (and I haven't seen the actual movie yet, so I can't draw comparisons), but everything that I do remember had to do with the Joker (the actual Dark Knight didn't appear in my dream-movie version at all). In the movie in the dream, the Joker's real name was Kevin, and he suffered from multiple personality disorder, so he wasn't consistently evil. When he wasn't being the Joker, he worked at Menard's or something. This particular plot point was really annoying, because it highlighted the fact that the Joker was played by the late Heath Ledger, which is something I hope to kind of forget when I actually see the film; not literally "forget," but rather focus on the character, and not think about the actor and how much I miss him. And in my dream it was hard.
(By the way, I think I know where this multiple-personality plot point came from: during the Olympics they've been advertising a show premiering this fall starring
So anyway, as the movie finished we were back in the theater, and Mike was sitting between Greg and me, and he stretched his arms and lowered them along the seat backs, except that he actually lowered his left arm in front of me, presumably so I wouldn't think that he was trying to make a move on me, except that that was really uncomfortable (and, come to think of it, put his arm right in the vicinity of my boobs), so I told him so (that it was uncomfortable, not that it put his arm in the vicinity of my boobs, of which he was probably aware already), and he moved his arm to the back, but then he hugged me outright, which was very uncomfortable in that I knew he was married and so I didn't want to encourage any such shenanigans, but on the other hand, I really liked having him hug me, so I was like, "Well okay, but just for a minute." And I woke up before things could escalate further, which is probably a good thing because otherwise I probably would have felt really guilty on waking up.
I'm kind of annoyed with myself for dreaming about Mike B. at all. That kite has long since flown, and I would have thought that having a new potential boyfriend in my life would have phased out thoughts of Mike, but that has not been the case after all, because I keep comparing in my mind what happened between Mike and me to what, if anything, is happening between Todd and me. I'm not sure that's useful or healthy, but it's what's going on.