I go through phases of many years with one kind of recurring dream. For a long time it was flying. Still comes now and then but not regularly. I can just lift up and start soaring, or rise above anything dangerous or threatening.
Another more recent one (last couple years) is being stranded on some high small spot with no way of getting down. There's not even enough space to sit comfortably. So I have to just jump and then the dream breaks.
Compared to the breadth of knowledge yet to be known... what does your life actually matter?