When I dream, it’s as it is here. I have normal conversations with normal people. The exception being, that on occasion I am lifted up and leave my feet to soar like a bird for a time. But there are no dragons, or unicorns, no angels or demons-- just other folks. Often the setting is a classroom, or a dinner table where food is shared. Most often, I find myself at construction sites- the most familiar setting for my dreams. As for authority figures, I see often a friend and mentor, and on a few occasions, my Dad.
I created a thread for members to share their experiences here. I think a lot of people are too shy, or embarrassed to do so, but I find dreams illuminating and important.