I had a dream where a team of superheroes had to steal a boat to get home, then got chased by pirates who they couldn't just obliterate with their superpowers for some reason. The pirates were classic swash buckling pirates but there were quiet, disheveled Somali men on board huddled together and looking around hungrily with rocket launchers and AK-47's who we'd always cut to when the whole pirate crew was cheering and they'ed sort of just sit there not reacting, just staring like dogs who didn't know what was going on but who were expecting to eat something soon. The heroes tried to land at a bunch of different countries but for some reason nobody would let them land there as the pirates where following them. At about the point the heroes started walking through south america over land to avoid the pirates (who were still somehow sailing after them through a narrow river that traced the heroes everywhere they traveled) I decided the dream was too stupid and tried to walk away from it, turning by back on the jungle towards my house, the entire street it's on was set in a large clearing ahead of me. The movement of my legs woke me up.