Happy birthday Alex!! And congrats on the new job!

Dreams, dreams, lessee ... I have serial dreams that I am teaching at Hogwarts. I have two different recurring stress dreams; in one, I'm back working at Fred Meyer and I keep hearing "Jillian, cashier please" or "Jillian, customer service to Sporting Goods" over the intercom. The stress dream I like better involves me being back at the WotC offices with a pulse rifle because the critters from the Aliens movies are attacking.

This has also been me, in recent times. I am a big freak. The cuffoon is only part of the story.

I've had lucid dreams, but I never fly in them. I realize I'm dreaming and make things happen, but I've never had a flying dream at all, so it doesn't occur to me to fly. I usually use my lucidity to change the plotline of something that was heading down Nightmare Alley.

I had a dream once where I wondered if I was dreaming. So I pinched myself and it hurt so I concluded that I wasn't dreaming.

My flying dreams are way cool. It feels so natural - I'll just be walking along and then think, "Hey, I'll fly instead." And up I go. My dad has them, too.

I usually use my lucidity to change the plotline of something that was heading down Nightmare Alley.

Best use ever. I remember one that had yawning pits and spooky maracas. Came a point where I thought "Wait, this is way too Steven King." Cheesy music disappeared, home repairs magically accomplished, and I had a nice decent dream instead.

I can't fly way above everything, but I can take a running jump and will myself to not come down. So I sorta float along about two or three feet above the ground.

I got a haircut on my lunch hour, and I'm still finding little bits of hair everywhere. It's itchy.

I used to have two repetitive dreams. First, that my family and I were being chased by something we couldn't see, but that we knew was big and scary. At some point, my mother would decide that we were safe, and stop running even though I knew we were still being chased. The other one changed more, but always involved being the only one who could see the huge wave(s) that was (were) coming towards shore. Sometimes I would try to get away, but other times I would try to bodysurf them.

I also used to be able to either fly or glide across the floor without actually walking. Some of these were so real that until I was about 9, I secretly believed I could fly.

being back at the WotC offices with a pulse rifle because the critters from the Aliens movies are attacking.

Strange how those random co-workers look like Aliens.