TFF, that sounds like true confessions so I will play too.
When pre-teen I used to have a recurring dream wherein little Orphan Annie?s dad had that huge Indian, Pubjab, (was that the name?) and he would be chasing me waving a big scimitar as he chased me down a pier to wards the end from which there was nothing but ocean. I would turn to face him near the end and he would disappear. I had this dream many times and eventually I was aware that I could end it by simply turning around. The dream stopped coming and I, from that point on, usually was aware when dreaming, I do not have nightmares. I interpreted my dream as telling me to face my fears and they would go away. The worst dream I might have would be Lions are loose in the neighborhood or around my building and I must take precautions to be safe. In my old age my dreams are mostly boring- I can spend the night writing computer programs for my office, or setting up files, or preparing for trial, etc. They reach tedium and then I will wake up.
Some dreams can be a lot of fun and I may have one once in a while.
jjw
