Spiderman was standing in a field, generating copies of himself and shooting them into the sky at an incredible rate. I guess there was some baddie up there and this was how he fought them.

Then I was a different spiderman, wandering around somewhere else, and I realized that I wasn't the only spiderman, and I should go help the other one.

I was at church, but actually it was a gym. I came here often, but I hadn't done any real excercise for a long time. Like I hadn't touched the weights at all for what seemed like months. Maybe I should actually use that stuff.

We were in Montana. "Let's go to California" I said. A friend there needed help. Or something. "I think we can do it in a single shot, but it's going to be a long night."