I woke up in The Dream as an effectively ten-year-old boy, not sure whether I was myself at that age or some fairy-tale character.
Anyway, I was running errands for my (old) father when I got sidetracked and eventually completely lost. I found some wetlands and became even more lost. Luckily, I found some other people (farmers?), who offered to clean my clothes and point me in the direction of home. But I had wandered so far that they didn't know where my small hometown was, so they pointed me in the direction of the next big city (in that case, Chicago).
Then the events were repeated, but in highlight-reel form. This turned out to be me explaining everything to their son, who came along with me. I found Internet access and stumbled upon a fairy tale with events all too similar to mine. Unfortunately, the birds outside my real-world window woke me at this point, before I could store the name or URI of the page I was on or before I could figure out where I was going next.
Does the fact that it was the first time since I was a baby that I had slept in a bunting bag (that is, a sleeping bag with sleeves) have any bearing on what happened in the dream?