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I dreamt that I was a neutral being that existed to show people their true sense of self, their soul I suppose. I came into their life as a neutral, blank person, and acted as a kind of mirror - allowing them to really see their thoughts. To fill me with their feelings and ideals and dreams - and then I interacted with them, in a strange dance, I was cloudy and hollow, swirling with their senses and sense of self. We danced together, like swirls of smoke and once we'd danced we kissed.
The kiss acted as a catalyst or an amplifier and showed them what was in their soul.

I danced with a man, and, just before we kissed the skies filled with these miniature, tiny pink dancers. Ballerinas I suppose, looking thumb high, the skies thronged with them, Such a pale pink, hundreds of them, filling the night, all in swooping, flowing unison. It was truly truly beautiful.

Then, as dreams are wont to do, the man with whom I'd danced turned into Chandler Bing. We kissed and his soul revealed itself to be 'gay'. Chandler was upset at this, cried madly, curled up into a foetal position, shrunk until he was tiny and I passed him through the catflap to the dwarf in the garden who was going to look after him until he got used to his new self.

I liked the first bit of the dream best!