On the bus to and from college (four times a day; ugh!), I tend to imagine myself as an Elf, running through a beech forest under the stars with Legolas...and beating him at the race.
Ha! Take that, Mr. Watch-me-I-can-nance-about-on-top-of-the-snow!
That, and I once drove off a particularly stubborn recruiter for the Republican Party by projecting (an actor
never shouts
) "Begone, foul Dwimmerlaik!" at him.