My dreams are never third person. I'm swept up in a sequence of more or less bizarre events and happenings, and I don't question it, or otherwise bring my rational faculties to bear on the situation. It feels like passive participation; reflective deliberation is rare. Often, there's a strong emotional tone or undercurrent to it, and disproportionately often, I'm escaping or confronting some danger. Sometimes the danger gets me, at which point the sequence always ends, like a "game over" type of moment.