Sorta. I dreamt I had an imaginary family in which I was the only child. IRL I am one of seven kids, plus some cousins and other kids my parents informally took charge of.

I used to imagine getting new clothes and toys instead of hand me downs, and getting to go to first run movie theaters (too expensive with 7 kids at $10+ per ticket), and eating foods nicer than basic bulk nutrients (Lunchables were the pinnacle of unnecessary expense on food).

Now I am employed and financially self sufficient. I don’t think about the imaginary family. I do sometimes have trouble spending money on myself. I recently bought a new jacket for $40, very reasonably priced for what it is and the quality. I had in the back of my head for a good three days after buying it that I didn’t really need it and it was a waste of money. Maybe I need the rich imaginary version of myself to tell me to stop feeling like a class-jumping fraud.

I still have never had a Lunchables, but that desire is long gone.