When I dream, I am never me. Those rare times that I am me, the "me" in question is different from the true me.
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I often dream that I'm wandering around a gigantic shopping mall. Sometimes I work at a store or a restaurant in the mall, but most of the time I'm trying to find the exit.
Once outside, I'm in a familiar neighbourhood where I grew up, including an elementary school that I often cut through on my way home, neither of which exist in the real world. And sometimes I walk all the way "home", to a house I never lived in, my parents are strangely alive and young again, and for no apparent reason I'm living at their house.
Some places I've visited in my dreams over many years. One of them is a new suburb with brand-new houses going up. In those dreams I'm married, I'm usually walking a small dog on a leash, and the dreams themselves are, well, boring.
The first time I dreamt that particular dream was back in 1970 or so, and in the dream was an Osprey aircraft, and in the dream I watched it fly by in amazement, never having seen such a thing before.
The programme that built the Osprey began in 1981.
I still have some drawings I made as a kid in the 1960s, starting around 1964. One of them I drew repeatedly was of the Space Shuttle.
The Space Shuttle was designed in 1968.
I do not believe in out-of-body experiences or ESP or UFOs or that dreams have any inherent meaning or divinely-inspired content, or any other such nonsense. What happens very often is that all kinds of people come up with the same idea(s) at the same time, because of all manner of external factors. People naturally toy with ideas, and if you listen to enough people talk about the ideas they've toyed with, you notice similarities.
I'm educated enough to know that this is an example of a function of taxonomy at work. Each stage of an idea, or a life-form for that matter, is contingent upon the existing state of that idea or thing. Each new step involves making use of the last. This means that nothing brand-new or strange can or will suddenly pop into being as the next step. For example, in order to evolve a Human, you have to have some sort of bi-pedal creature to work with. In order to evolve a "new" idea, you must work with what's available. If your "new idea" is an aeroplane and the year is 1901, you have no choice but to work with the materials and ideas that were available at the time.
Still, this doesn't settle why I am not me in my dreams. If other people are never themselves in their own dreams, I have certainly never heard of it.
But then, it may be a common occurrence that I am unaware of.