Two female friends on different continents, each of whom I've known quite a few years, IM'd me out of the blue today to tell me they'd dreamt about me last night. One rather emphatically wouldn't tell me what the dream was about. The other mentioned "orgy in an airport", at which point I thought it would be best to leave the details alone.

I wouldn't mention this if it weren't for the fact that they both have the same first name.

I'm a bit freaked out by that.

Anyway, it explains why the real me's life is so boring at the moment: my dream-self is swanning about the globe having all the fun.