Mine was Puddle Lane, the book! in my dreams the Dragon would turn up looking at me through my window, all i ever encountered, according to my memory, was the cover, yet I was plagued for years, and years, it got to the point where I'd be in bed thinking, well, i've got to get through being terrified again tonight I suppose... i secretly think they weren't dreams. A actual dragon lived in our back garden.
Another thing that's weird, I grew out of that night after night nightmare about a dragon trying to get me phase thing, and I came to understand that if I thought of something during the day, then there was no way i'd dream about it that night. It was my favourite bit about going to sleep, post puddle lane, obviously I want to dream about having sex, or being upfront for City, but you can't knowingly not think about something, so I'd be in bed and go fucking hell, I've thought about Samantha now! The most beautiful girl in school.. No chance I'm gonna dream about her kissing me tonight..