I'm still in my childhood!
My dreams are largely scary dreams where the world is dark and dangerous, monsters lurk in so-called safe zones, and parents fear pain when their children walk out the door. Oh wait, that's the world as it is.
I had one dream a few years ago that actually changed my life. I don't believe it was just a dream. I won't go into it -- it would take reams and reams, but the impact it had on me that night and day have permanently changed part of my life. No, it was not a religious experience, although others may interpret it as such had it happened to them.
I don't dream about my childhood. I'm like Moose in that I can't remember much of it! Snap-shot memories is all. Although, the older I get the more memories I have of my youth and less memories I have of 'now'. !