I had a dream the other night in which I was demonstrating an ability to weep on command.
In real life I can’t do this – at least not that I know of – but in my dream I was in a conference room, at the end of a long table, around which were seated a dozen or so suited strangers. I was standing at the front, and I was asked, again and again, to cry. Each time I was asked I turn around, so that when I turned back to face the room, my eyes would be wet. The panel took studious notes, but were otherwise unimpressed.
I woke up with tears on my face, and I still don’t know what they were for.