One of those exceptionally vivid dreams last night that stay with you well into the sunlight. I’d died somehow and was a ghost; invisible to all but me, almost insubstantial too, but with some influence over the real world, being able to make myself heard and write things on steamy mirrors etc.
It was one of those long-format dreams that have a proper narrative backbone and last for several subjective hours. Over its course I learned to walk through walls (you have to think yourself cloudy and push, and if you lose concentration halfway through you get stuck) and fly (you hold your breath and start climbing.) All four of the major superpowers. Never happened in one dream before. Fun.