My dreams tend to have that weird theme where if something weird happens, my sheer disbelief causes it to fail.
Hint: You are, for all intents and purposes, omnipotent in your dreams. Your will does not effect dream-reality, your will
is dream-reality.
Anyway, I myself have had dreams that I can't even really put into words. I remember dreaming about a flying red cone, once. For some reason, this dream was also a nightmare. Don't ask me why a flying red cone is terrifying in my dreams, because I don't know either.
Other dreams include:
-Dwarf Fortress/Cthulhu Mythos Crossover (Nightmare)
-The Stars Beoming Right Again AKA Cthulhu Rising (Nightmare)
-Slenderman Mythos (Nightmare)
-Seeing a Dream-Andrew Hussie and gaining a moment of self-awareness before waking up (Lucid)
-Having my school taken over by Kim-Jong-Il and being sent to a labor/death camp run by my teachers (
Disturbing Nightmare [How disturbing? I woke up in physical pain and stayed home from school that day. It was not a fun night.])
-Having my computer be infected with a virus (that also altered my reality) and being verbally attacked by my parents for several hours for all my faults (Dream that became a Disturbing Nightmare)
-Being a Private Eye investigating a murder while being stalked by a killer gorrila. (Nightmare) [Also the only dream I've ever had that featured A: an
Alternate Ending and B: The classic "voices in real life appearing in the dream" thing, as I fell asleep with a headset on and one of my friends was yelling at me over Xbox Live.]
-Static. Yes, just static. For.
Seven. Hours. (Undefined)
-Nearly riding my bike into crocodile infested waters (Recurring Nightmare)
-Being killed/murdered in various horrible ways (Various Nightmares [As in, a group, not one nightmare.])
...yeah, now that I think about it, I get nightmares far more than anything else. I also tend to wake up with a splitting headache (as in, directly down the center of my skull) on nights I have nightmares, which is most nights.
EDIT: This is also somewhat on topic.
When I was 8, I once woke up in the middle of the night. Under my bed. My bed that was very close to the ground, so that there was less than an inch between my head and the metal frame, as I discovered when I attempted to get up and find out why my room was in total darkness instead of mostly darkness. Of course, I did what was the most calm and rational course of act-Oh, wait, I just proceeded to freak the fuck out at being trapped under my bed. It took a good amount of force to get out from under there, and to this day I have no idea how I managed it while asleep.