Photo of the Yesterday: The inside of my doorbell.
Lately, I've been having dreams of frustration; dreams where I want to do something badly, but always get thwarted at the last second. For example, I had a dream that I was at a friends' house who had a swimming pool. All I wanted to do was go for a swim. However, things kept popping up to stop me: I had to watch the kids, I couldn't find my bathing suit, I had to go to the bathroom, etc. etc. etc. I complained to Jen about those dreams last night: yes, subconscious, I KNOW I keep banging my head against self-erected walls - you don't have to remind me. (If simulism (the idea that the universe is just a giant computer game) is real, then my character's frustration stat is way too high. I want to re-roll.)
Instead, last night, I had three separate dreams that I was a daemon who was possessing various people: a tall thin white business executive, an athletic woman, and a black teacher. I used their bodies like puppets, and then discarded them. I can't say what that means, exactly, but it's more fulfilling than the frustration dreams at any rate. (However, I can't seem to wake from this dream where I'm possessing a plump, hairy, self-sabotaging electrician.)