Who the hell dreams about killing people? Who dreams about dressing up in animal costume and terrorizing the fifteenth floor of the local apartment building? Who dreams about flying an airplane over the plains of Africa, then meeting a high school friend from years ago to dine at a cafeteria in Italy?
I just enjoy dreaming about sex on superior bed linens, with quality candles burning and not the Glade .99cent variety from the Dollar Store and someone who like to hold me and cuddle at the end.