*muffled cursing from the next room*

This morning I dreamt that the devil had a crush on me. I suppose that the recent natal day festivities have colored my subconscious, because it was my birthday, and the celebration was being held in Heaven with the permission of an angel friend of mine. (no, we weren't dead. yes, you were probably there.) Most of the Marvel and DC superheroes and villains were there, some from books and tv series, and a few mythic figures. While most of the rented space was in heaven, the dance floor was being hosted by Hell, and one of the ickier supervillains got in while the Devil and I were talking alone there, and I made a pragmatic accounting of myself. That I knew what he was and accepted that and used it in my own favor was entirely new to him, and it's painful having evil incarnate look at you like you're the only person in the world. Poor guy. And then we made out. Because my headspace is just that kind of confusing.