I think I always dream in third person, if not, it's someone else's life. I remember being a fat person trying to prove to the world that it's damn easy to lose weight, I've been soccer players and aliens. I don't know why I go through such random dreams that have nothing to do with my life in general. The ones I do only occur when I miss someone and think about them before I go to sleep.
I've tried to go back into dreams when I'm slowly becoming conscious that I'm waking up. Also, I try and rewrite them if I'm in this state and something goes wrong. Psh, if I can control you, I will. I think it's just more comfortable than being faced with real life at that time. Oh, and I never actually get to the end of my dream, so I try to sum one up. Unfortunately, I'm not that much of a writer, so that never happens.
Last night my dream was quite random. I was on holiday in Gibraltar with my girlfriend. I don't know much about this place, if anything, so my dream conjured up the thought that we lived in huts and it was sort of a foresty place. My tooth fell out as I was picking out my girlfriend's bikini, so I went to a dentist alone. Apparently I didn't have insurance, so she kicked me out. Walking back annoyed without one of my incisors, I fell down a huge ass John Locke hole, where I just shouted for help. Various people in cars listening to Spanish music really loudly passed, but NO ONE heard me. In the end my girlfriend just happened to stumble along that hole and fell, we were trapped together for eternity. Beautiful.
Though the last part was much cuter than that, but I won't enlighten you about it.