That someone you may have just randomly passed on the street may now populate your dreams as a character in a play.
That makes me realize that my face may live in other people's dreams.
It makes me wonder how much I walk in other people's minds, how many minds I walk in other people's sleep, as they too walk in mine.
It makes you realize that you have an effect on others, and that we are all connected both in the physical world and the mental landscapes.
In Japanese folk tales, often people who have bad thoughts or are possessed, or who use magic in their sleep, awake to find their hair smells of smoke.
We should all awake, our hair smelling of smoke. We are all using magic.
We live many lives in many minds, and we are all many people. We exist in different ways, as different things, as different people.
As technology expands, our words, our gestures, and our thoughts become more transparent, more meme, more viral, until in both the digital and and physical worlds, our selves become intertwined and connected with others, as we are all us.
Dreams are as real a part of us as our hands or eyes.
We are built of thought, it is a lamp that shines on us all.