2 hours again.
Fell asleep with my headphones on. Had a weird dream. I was outside, walking, and suddenly told myself "I should fly somewhere, it will be fun", I remember seeing a dream once, in which I visit a pool every morning then jump from a height and fly by chance, secretly. In this dream, I remember that dream as if it really happened in reality, like it exist in my past. I even question it in dream's itself. Whatever, according to story, I search for somewhere high so I can get the air stream I need and will be able to fly. I try it on different places / heights and it doesn't work. I tried at that pool and it still didn't work. I encounter some friends on the street, bla bla...
Afterwards, I was in bed, trying to sleep, then getting a phone call. It was night. Hardly looking at the screen, "Asli". A Turkish girl name. I answer the call just like if it was someone I knew very well. She starts talking. I'm telling her "I'm sorry I can't hear you, I don't understand" I can't understand what she is saying because there are headphones on my ears while trying to listen her. In some parts where music's volume decrease I hear her mentioning my sisters' names then I can't hear again, I get my headphones off within rush, but music never stops, I get it on and off but it's like that song will play forever in my head. I still can't understand her. Then I realize, "But I don't know anyone called Asli!?" and phone closes itself. I say "Oh, it's a dream then... But it feels so real?" I tried to wake myself up over and over again but I couldn't. I was convinced that it was a dream, I knew it wasn't real yet I was still inside the dream. Many things happened that I can't remember. Then I was outside, there were Tanks everywhere on the street, attacking to something on air. Their missiles were glowing bright green in dark sky. It was like a full-green fireworks. I don't understand the reason but I suddenly started flying around and had fun avoiding the missiles, music was still playing on background. In the end, there were much more missiles coming after me. I got panicked as fuck. And then found myself in bed, in same position again. It was the same song playing without a stop.Tried to get the damn headphones off again. It worked this time, music stopped. Hurted my fingers to understand if I was truly woke up.
So, that song playing on my music player took possession of my dream. Moral of the story: We should fight Superman, using Tanks firing missiles made of kryptonite.