Hm. I just realized another thing about myself. I do so long to know people -- deeply, intimately. But many won't share themselves with you. I often find myself in frustration when someone will not tell me about themselves (or, more subtle but functionally equivalent, when I cannot ask them). Of course, this is nothing new; I've known that about myself for quite a while. But what I've just realized is this: I ask about dreams. I have been for about a year now. But I think, now, I know why I do it. Because people are a bit more likely to share their dreams with you -- or, at least, part of me seems to think so. And through someone's dreams you can know at least a decently sized chunk of who they are.