I had some very interesting delusions of power and grandeur last night.....
Ah, the freedom of dreams. My mind wanders. I am Superman. I am a ninja. I was a man with a gun. I was hiding in the shadows, watching. I have superpowers beyond imagination. I am invincible, invisible, omnipotent, all-powerful. I am ..... God. MUHWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! Bow down before me, mere mortals!
In my dream, I exercised these powers in strange yet wonderful ways. I made my enemies, real and imagined, suffer. I remember torturing a bully I remember from middle school. I killed a bunch of the "in" crowd with a thought, watched their bodies explode into bits. I drew a katana and hacked off the heads of my antagonists. What fun indeed.
I was in Sydney. Totally invisible. Nobody saw me. I was a ghost. Voyeuristic impulses come into play. I stroll around. Suddenly, I was in some house. In the bedroom was a couple having sex. I watched, bemused. More couples, more observation. I felt powerful somehow.
Flying in the sky, like an eagle. Swooping down and killing people. I was the hunter, they were prey. I was their God! I decided who lived or who died!
Just as it was getting really fun, I wake up.
DMan's subconscious. It's a scary place.