Dreams can be so weird at times, because of the strange mix of people and places in time. They just don't generally make sense.
For example, last night I had a dream that I was in a shopping mall that we used to frequent when I was a kid. My grandmother was there, though she died a few years ago. I was there with Diana and Simon, and I ran into my friend Teresa from Seattle. So we're left with people who were not simultaneously alive, or even in my life, when I would visit that mall.
It gets even more strange with people I had relationships with. I can remember having dreams where the time lines were all weird. Once I ran into Cath as I was moving into my dorm in Ashland for my freshman year. If you were adjusting for time, she would have been in middle school around then. I distinctly remember having an iPhone in that dream, too, which was not possible in 1991.
Only in the last few years have I had completely fictional people appear in dreams. Truthfully, they're probably based on combinations of celebrities and people I know. They're always women, and always appear in college years or my between-marriages phase. Hey, at least I'm being temporally faithful. Although, I also famously complain that I almost never have sex in my dreams. It has been that way since I was a hormonal teenager. The one place it's safe to indulge in total fantasy, I generally can't. Dreams suck.
One thing I don't get very often anymore is dreams that reflect various anxieties or issues. I've probably blogged about the dead air radio dream a dozen times over the years. I don't remember the last time I had that dream, and maybe it's because I did a few radio shifts at my college station about two years ago.