I had a vivid dream last night.

I took a break from a professional hockey game (I was playing, of course) to wander a huge university campus, where extremely attractive people constantly stopped to talk to me.

I ran into Stan ("The Man") Lee, and invited him to come with me to a make-up session with my acting coach. The session was in an ancient theatre, and dozens of people were in the audience.

When I took the stage, a well-armed terrorist attacked. I fought and won, and rescued the entire audience (which included Stan Lee, two small girls, and an evidently important children's blanket).

And the terrorist turned out to be someone's mother (not mine).

Mr. Lee is an extremely influential person.