Generally I don't have people in remembered dreams.

And even the ones with people, they are "movie extras"

I have dreams where I'm flying a Cessna 150 or Piper Cub down the street, a few feet above cars, barely between cars and powerlines, but I don't notice people.

A dream where I fly by force of will through my high school, but if there are people, they are vague obstacles to be avoided. One was so vivid that I had to try it the next morning. Didn't work.

One where a faceless person dragged me under a wide doorway while 40 foot chunks of yellow painted 5/8" steel rod fell from a distant ceiling. Later there were large payloaders scooping up rubble, includeing rods with impaled but still screaming and crying victims into big dump trucks.

One where I am trying to stop a flood of finger paint in red, yellow and white (white finger paint? Why?) It moves slowly knocking down trees like lava. No people.

The one exception is the one where I am facing my mom who is about to slam me into a door. I see this from two points of view at the same time: From young me looking at her from about 2 feet, and older me, standing a couple feet behind and to the right of my mom. He/I know what is about to happen. She will setp back on her right foot, raise her arms, half bent, push forward. The heels of her thumbs will rest in the hollows on the front of my shoulders, and she will push HARD, younger me's head snaps forward, his/my shoulderblades hit, then our head, We see stars and we feel the breath knocked out of us. We slump to the floor. All this without a sound.

This sequence doesn't happen in the dream. It's all what He/I know is about to happen. And we know we have to keep silent. If we make a noise we get extra helpings.