Well, best thing to do is talk with someone you know and trust that has some experience with dreams, or at least an understanding. Myself, on the surface, without talking in detail with you, I think there's a distance between the actual experience of tickling and reading about it. No tickling in life, hence why there's no tickling in the stories, but yet your name comes up. Dreams speak in their own language.
When I was hanging out in chat rooms a lot, I dreamt I entered a room full of desks, and a large screen in the front of the room. Everyone in there had a keyboard, and everyone was communicating with everyone else in the room via these keyboards, reading the results on the screen. No one talked directly to each other, or seemed oblivious there were other people in the room. I felt I needed to get out of the chat rooms and out of the apartment more often.
One friend had a dream that there was a birthday party for him. There was a live band, and as part of the celebration, everyone, one at a time, came up to the mic, and sang the first verse of Sweet Home Chicago. Next person, first verse, next person, first verse. No one got past the first verse. Each person singing got worse as the evening wore on. This went on for what seemed like hours till he was getting sick of it and wanted the party to end. It was while we were talking about the dream it came out that was all he knew was the first verse. I suggested he find the lyrics and learn the rest of the song. (He is a musician, for Pete sake.)
Yes, dreams are funny.
