I used to be a master of my dreams. I could make people do or say what I wanted them to, I had Fate’s ear and confidence, and I was a magical flying superhero that saved the world time and time again. My dreams were a hotbed of my delusions of grandeur, can you tell?

Lately, though, my dreams have slipped out of my control, and now I’m just like everyone else, dreaming dreams that sort of just happen with no rhyme or reason and no guidance from me. Most of the time, I wake up with no memory of the dreams I had, and every now and then, I retain just glimpses, fractured and meaningless images that surface before falling back into the void.

Sometimes, my dreams are uncanny, but in an awfully mundane way. Last night, I dreamed of laundry. I dreamed I was in a huge room filled with freshly laundered clothes, from one end to the other, from ceiling to floor. My task was to sort them, stuff them into bags for folding later, and then I wake up and read this first thing in the morning. Uncanny, in a nightmarish way.

What I really love is hearing or reading about other people’s dreams, most especially if I’m in them; I always want to know what I’m doing and saying when I’m not around.

If it turns out I did something nice, I always feel really good about it and use it later for karmic purposes. “But I bought you a house last night, don’t you remember? Can’t you do me just this one favor in return and buy me a soda?”

If it turns out I did something awful, I always end up apologizing for it, even if it’s something about which I really can’t do anything. “I’m so sorry I tried to poison you last night, really I am. Want me to make up for it and take you out to lunch?”

If it turns out I did something sexy, well… woohoo! I revel in the thought that I actually got me some lovin’ the night before. “Was I any good last night? Was it good for you?” I always want to know about these kind of dreams.

It’s actually kind of voyeuristic, though, learning about other people’s dreams. I have lately found myself looking specifically for them on people’s online journals, looking for the weirdest, wildest dream every dreamt. This guy has a handy little section recording his dreams. I propose we all do the same.

By the way, has anyone out there had any great/weird/uncanny/vivid/sexy/spooky/wild dreams lately? More importantly, did any of these dreams involve me… flying and saving the world?

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