I thought I lost a dream once, but it was just hiding under the couch. It jumped me and we wrestled for a bit. As you might expect, I lost, so I had to take its place in my subconscious mind while it tried out the controls in my head.
You might think that would end badly, but it turns out that the dream did a better job of being me than I did. We talked it over and decided that it should continue sitting in the big chair while I go back down to the basement. It sends some coffee down to me every now and then, so everything has worked out pretty well.
Sorry, what was the question?