Color me a dreamer too, along with the rest of you. Mine aren't fantastical - no superpowers or heroes - but they're like a dang train wreck in slow motion. I know what's going to happen to her, almost. Dream me is sleeping with a brand new MGM star, a tap dancing goody two shoes by day, and by night he has a reputation for roughing up girls.
Dream me thinks she's smarter than to get taken in by him. I know better. It doesn't take smarts to end up on the wrong side of a sick man's temper. I want to shake my dream self, only instead all I can do is watch. I hate it.