Last night I dreamed that Sylvia and I had teamed up with Captain America to fight a super-villain by moonlight on an old abandoned farm. The villain was a humanoid blob of glowing yellow light that shot firebolts; I don't think I had any super-powers, I was more of a Rick Jones-style sidekick.
Captain America was having a tough time against this guy, barely able to deflect the firebolts with his shield. I flailed my arms around uselessly. Sylvia, however, used her telekinesis to grab hold of a hay bale and slam it down on top of the villain, leaving him trapped cartoonishly inside the centre of the bale with only his head visible.
I whooped in triumph and shouted, "Hey, Captain America, she really BALED us out! Get it? Because she used a hay bale..."
The last image of the dream was Captain America's annoyed glare, gazing straight at me.