Last night I was dreaming about bowhunting in a cornfield on the first day of bow season. I shot a doe first and then noticed a buck behind her. I snuck back a couple corn rows and there he was a beautiful 10-pointer that had it all. Mass, tine length, and width. I got buck fever (in the dream!) and made a bad shot. I was so sick about it, I somehow managed to rewind the dream and take the shot again. The second time I made a perfect shot. The deer ran out of the corn and into someones house. I followed the blood trail (through the house) and found it in the carpeted bathroom taking his final breath.
Anyone else ever been able to control your dreams?