Only after a car almost ran me over on my 52 Panther. More like a nightmare. My ankle was so sore, I didn't ride a bike the whole summer. That was over three years ago. My ankle healed fine, but my brain often tracks to how close old tinker came to getting seriously hurt. I would never give a thought about something like that years ago. I guess when you're older, close calls stick in your brain. I rolled out the front fender on the Panther, and it was fine. But actually dream about bikes, like Mr. Monkeyarms, I don't remember dreams.