Last night I had three distressing dreams. One of them was set in Paris during the olden days, I can’t be more specific unfortunately because sometimes it seemed like the 1890s others the 1950s and others 1970s and all the years between. I should add, in the dream, it was a film about a young man who was staying in a Parisian hotel with an older couple, who were quite elegant. This young man had the power to make himself invisible and got up to all kinds of mischief, although I was watching it as a film I could sometimes see through his eyes. And sometimes I was a guest.
Why was the dream distressing you ask and, of course, you are right to ask, it was distressing because most of dreams I have had recently have been distressing (and coherent). At first the film was a comedy, a farce, then it turned into a thriller as the hotel’s owners and staff began to hunt the mischievous young man.
They caught him and at the end of the dream/film he wound up living on the streets of Paris.
I feel there is a lesson there for most of us. If you find you are able to make yourself invisible don’t go overboard with the mischief, by all means do a little, what would be the point otherwise: I mean, if you couldn’t pretend to be a ghost and give some poor folks a good scare.