The dream this morning was that I was Batman. Sort of. My enemy was a giant tap-dancing villian who would stomp on people during his dance. My strategy was to clean the floor with a slippery cleaner and make Dancing Man trip and hit his head. This didn't go over as well as I planned, and I ended up running away from a mad dancing giant.
At some point I remembered, "Hey, I'm Batman; I can just use my batter-rang with a line and tie him up." I never got a chance to do this, as the Dancing Man transmogrified into a small boy and hid in a secret passage behind a refrigerator.
There was a shift, and I was zooming around a large campus-like area underneath a giant, black, double-handled umbrella. The umbrella caught winds, and by leaning left or right, I could steer it through the air (sort of like when I used to parachute--only by hanging onto the double-handles of the umbrella). K.B. was there, dressed up in a slanting black half-veil, pill-box hat/stewardess barrette, and a dark formal dress, and I circled around her.