Dreams. Are My Reality

Well into my thirties I could simply not relate when people talked about what they had dreamed the night before. I didn't deny dreaming myself, but never woke up remembering any details of my dreams. As I got older I would have occasional weird dreams, one of which was of a strange erotic encounter with my then-manager that made it hard for me to look him in the face the day afterwards at office and still makes me cringe thinking of it years later. Me remembering my dreams was not a regular occurrence, but it definitely has become one lately. Not only that, but I have developed the skill (?) of being my dreams' director so to speak. Meaning when I wake up earlier than I had planned to get up, e.g. because Highflyer has a brutally early shift and his alarm goes off, I would remember the "plot" of my dream and consciously decide to either continue it in a certain direction or, if it was not a pleasant one, to cut it short or change the topic. I am pretty sure that this type of dream where you get to intervene has a name, but I have forgotten it and am too lazy to look it up. I wonder if this is something you develop as you get older. Years ago, both long before travelling frequently by plane and falling in love with someone who flies large planes for a living, I actually had a recurring dream about witnessing a plane crash in different locations and from different vantage points, always being the first one to notice that something was "off" and that disaster was about to unfold. It wasn't even particularly disturbing as I would wake p before I got too close to the crash site. I have no idea what this dream was about, but it thankfully has not triggered a fear of flying...

PS: If you "get" the reference in the title you're old, really old :-p