I thought I could avoid this "dream" phenomenon. In fact, I'd be more than happy to say this wasn't that at all, apart from the fact that I seem to seldom dream. And I should hope my own mind wouldn't create whatever it was that I saw.
Though dreaming of my childhood was not so bad. It was not remarkably different, save for it being set about one hundred fifty years ago. I had asthma and they treated it with cocaine, though that was employed quite a lot in medicine in those days. And then I ... Well. Things got a bit convoluted beyond that point.