I used to have dreams about going to yard sales and finding toys from my youth and being very excited about it.
There was this one spaceship that made ascending and descending noises depending on the angle you held it. The main section of the ship could be removed, leaving the cockpit.
It came in black or putty.
I used to have dreams in German. I had dreams that I could hold a conversation and pronounce things right. I “blended in.”
Now I have dreams that I’m online, and I find toys from my youth on eBay.
These surfing dreams also allow me to stumble on the news that there is a cure for Cancer. Google unearths tasty family recipes long since lost. There’s a couple other ones, but I forget what they were.