Not a dream, really, but when I was an adolescent, my closest confidant and I used to sleep out in a tent during the summer vacation nights . Newly pubescent, we had suddenly become aware of the opposite sex and fixated our budding interests on a neighborhood girl . I don't believe my confidant (now a millionaire accountant in Seattle ) ever fancied hair like me, but he at least tolerated and even participated in my early-morning fantasizing out loud about eating this girl's long hair with a fork and spoon, rather like spaghetti . (Well, dreams are supposed to be surreal , aren't they, even though, in this case, we were both wide awake...?)