

Almost never. My dreams are usually “me” (a bodiless third-person observer) drifting through wastelands devoid of life. Some favourites include blue hour medieval cobblestone wasteland, and golden hour desert wasteland.
If there ever is other “life” it tends to be big cats and they’re always hostile. And of course I do have a body for them to hunt in those instances.
Back in my teen years I kept a dream journal and I did have “normal” believable dreams sometimes, but they don’t really happen anymore.
Do you want your son to hate you?
Sure it’s an expensive gift, but what does it matter if you know the other parents are fine with it?