Last night I had a dream that I had long blonde hair. It was really cool. I invented this transporter thing that worked by spinning some magnets around really fast. However, I had no control over (or idea of) where the object would be transported to. Sometimes it would end up across the room, sometimes it would appear a few feet away on the table, sometimes it would get stuck in the porch, and sometimes (as happened with someone's arm) it would end up thousands of kilometers away (in outer space on the other side of the planet). I thought it was a really neat invention though, and was looking forward to being able to control where stuff went.