Well, I have two really.
I’d like very much to be Doc Cathode for real-an expert in chemistry, electrical engineering etc. Someone capable of delighting children with amazing tricks of science. Someone capable of repairing all the broken stuff I can’t quite fix. Someone who knows a plethora of secrets and tricks the average person does not (EG-Of course I fixed the tv. All I needed was two pennies and piece of sugarless gum)
The second is the NightFlyer(I gave him that name before I ever heard of Stephen King’s story by that title)-a werebat. A few years ago, I wrote a story in which I had animals stand in for various people. I made myself a bat. I’ve come to identify more and more with them. I’m manic depressive, during bouts of depression I tend to sleep days and be awake nights-like bats. When the pills work, or when I’m on an upcycle, I can do amazing things. But, when I’m down or the pills stop working, I’m a helpless wreck. Bats are the only mammals capable of true flight. But, most are helpless on the ground. I was always an outcast at school, and plenty of false rumors about me were circulated. Again, bats are alone-the only flying mammals. They are also the victims of harmful rumors(which is not to say their harmless-they can and do get rabies. I’ve gotta cover my butt on that one). Physical transformation has always been a dream of mine. I long to pull free of my skin and be something else underneath. Like many people, I’ve always wanted to fly. To rise into the night sky on bats wings would be bliss.
From Clive Barker's Nightbreed-
“You hate us. But when you dream, you dream of flying and changing and living without death.”
“To be smoke or a wolf, to know the night and live in it forever, that’s not so bad?”
For the sake of clarity, I want to stress that I do not want to be a vampire. My dream is of a living man who can become a living bat. So lump me in with the werewolf nutcases, not the vampire nutcases.