...you don't want to know.

EVERYONE has a past.  
Though, your approach was just as good.  A dream is fantasy...  made up...  it never happened.  Not under your control, kind of like a wet dream.

I sometimes let my mind drift where it will while waiting for sleep to overtake me, and that opens up strange fantasies. No, not sexual fantasies usually, more often things like finding happy thoughts about how some of the bullies from high school days died from liver failure of car accidents, and taking pleasure in imagining how painfully they died and what miserable lives some of those who are still alive are having. Haven't seen any of them in decades, but I hear things here and there, so I have an overview. I've been comparatively very fortunate.

So, I can't help put some kind of faces onto the handles I encounter here, and I tend to fantasize about what might befall them in their miserable lives.

Last night, for instance, I enjoyed a little scenario my unconscious mind produced for my conscious mind about several of them. I pictured myself as a kind of general sending them into a vigilantly suicide mission where they were sent to slaughter another group of people that I care even less for. Visualizing the mutual butchery of these two groups put a smile on my face and I soon fell into slumber as sound as a toddler dreaming of a candy paradise filled with magical and very friendly animals.

I had the strangest and funniest dream I ever had about a provider, someone frequently on these boards.

In it I took her to a fancy country club and she was putting her feet up on the furniture and flashing her boobs at people in the dining room.

It was hysterical and I woke myself up from laughing.

I'm not going to name names on here of course, but if anyone wants to PM with a guess (one to a customer) I'll buy you a beer the next time we meet.