Actually, I still haven't had one in a way, despite the fact that I am writing as though I had. Let me explain.
In my dream, I was about to take a shower. I don't know where I was exactly but maybe in a rec centre. A lady decided to join me, for she was in hot pursuit of my body. I swear it was her idea.
Oddly enough, I knew this lady a little bit in real life. She was a teacher in far flung corner of my big school. I really only knew to see, hardly ever to interact with. In actual life, she wasn't my type. In actual life, she was gay. So why she showed up in a dream, 20 years after I last saw her, I cannot begin to fathom.
Subsequent to the shower episode with her, I found myself in great demand by quite a few women. Apparently the word of my wonderfulness had gotten out, and they all wanted me. This took place in another venue, not the shower.
I didn't know these other, mysterious ladies, or at least I don't have a clear picture of any of them. Apparently, I did the deed with a few of them. I remember wondering in my dream, how I was managing to keep my stamina. So, my dream was keeping it real to some small extent.
Here's the thing. My dream never revealed the really good parts. It was like I knew that I was going to have s.ex and then I knew that I had had it. But it never happened in the present if you know what I mean. I never experienced the glory of the actual deed.
Sigh. I think I was cheated.
In these dreams as in most of mine, even all of the family-rated ones, I am always young with hair. I am protected from being the old, bald guy that is my reality. I have never, as far as I can best recall, ever dreamed of me as I presently am.
One more thing: I seldom seem to dream of me actually being me, for I am often some other character. I guess I'll take those options: either me being a young man or me being someone else. The mirror is my daytime reality. It doesn't have to be my nighttime reality too.