There are few things I enjoy as much as hunting. It is, after all, my purpose...or at least the one I forged for myself. The art of hunting, of killing in the waking world, was something it took me decades to master. I not keen to abandon that in search of other pursuits. But I am more than merely a shadow, one of those semi-dimensional beings that lurks and brings transient fright.
Since my epiphany and breaking free of the intent of my creator, I have enjoyed merely watching the world pass while upon one of the gondolas of Venice.
I enjoy the power I wield over multiple minds when I find the occasional opportunity to seize control of a television or radio station.
And this may sound somewhat strange, but I like seeing people sleep here, in the waking world. It is as close to death as one can get without dying here...usually, and the true restfulness is not something found in the Dreaming.
(Note: Picture taken at midnight on Halloween inside an actual radio station while I broadcast spooky music. Just thought that was relevant).