I was Batman…
Using my agility, (and grappling hook), I pulled myself into the crater of a volcano and landed unto a patch of stone in a kneeling position, my cape draped over my back. My hand clutched a Batarang hanging loosely off my side as my other hand put away the grappling hook I had used to enter.
I peered around the volcano, not sure what I was looking for. The volcano was glowing bright orange. Rocky patches like the one I had landed on basically formed a ring, at the centre of which was a large magma pool. Not two seconds after I had analyzed the terrain did I notice that the magma was growing large in the middle… It was not that all the lava was shooting up, rather, that the lava in the middle of the pool began to rise. It quickly formed into a 20 foot tall, 15 foot wide, absolute unit of a lava monster. (Pic related).
I instinctively swung my arm, sending the Batarang flying towards him. I don't know what I expected to happen. What actually did happen is that the Batarang simply melted into the metal. I experienced an, "Oh, shit," moment before I knew what the word "shit" meant.
I wasn't concerned for my life. I was Batman; Batman always wins. I knew in the end, things would be okay. But I had no idea how to reach that point. My only weapon was useless. The grappling hook only reached so far, so I couldn't just leave. There was no column to bring down, no secret reserve of water nearby, and no way to hurt this creature of pure flame that so adamantly wanted me dead.
He stared me down, knowing that at any moment, he could swing his massive arm at me and turn me into a well done Wuhan snack - fried Bat. I stared back, feeling tough and fair. The arm of justice was about to come down upon him. I felt the stress of knowing I was in for quite a fight, but not the stress of imminent doom.
I take this as proof that if I had stayed for the end of the dream, I would have survived somehow. I guess in the heat of battle, my brain couldn't rationalize a way out of this, but it KNEW I had to live, so the cognitive dissonance forced it to just abort mission and wake me up. I was 7 years old at the time and I still remember the dream vividly. So vividly, in fact, that I feel the need to write a fucking novella about it on dreamch. I'm 15 now…