Mine is similar to yours, @NChgforMatrixThread.
I'm married to someone much younger and we now live abroad.
When clearing out in preparation for the move, I burned a whole stack of old diaries, but flicked through some of them to see if there was anything of interest (generally speaking, there wasn't!).
I thought it would be a laugh to see what I was doing on the same day back in 1997. Well, lo and behold: I'd written about a very vivid dream in which I'd been irresistibly attracted to a young scallywag, who was a little over 13 years old. (And no, I wasn't reading Adrian Mole!) His personality was very clear -- streetwise and funny, and sexy in a really laid-back way.
This dream was so intense and puzzling (I was in my 30s, and married, at the time) that I told my friend at work about it. She then went round telling everyone I was dreaming of sex with under-age boys!
Anyway, as you might have guessed, my now-husband would have been a little over 13 years old at the time of that dream.
I didn't burn that diary! I still have it in my desk drawer.
Finding this did make me wish I didn't have this habit of burning my diaries every few years. I'd give anything to know what I was doing on the day he was born!