Hmm... Where to begin...
There was that one dream I had about a baseball thing with giant clams, bioluminescence, and helicopters...
Then there was this one about anthropomorphic ants- I was one of the only people left. They had us in slave labor or something in the mall, then I escaped. I had to admit, I altered this dream slightly because I was frantic that I would be caught. I hate cheating.
Then there was one where I was in a Grand-Canyon suburb thing. At first, I was wandering along some sort of mesa or something- it had orangey clay all over, and tufts of grass. I was interrupted by a horde of utahraptors. They proceeded to disembowel me. I realized I was dreaming, and willed myself to get away- which I accomplished with a jetpack. Hence, you get the eternal problem of
flying in dreams- it's so unreliable. I was flying through the grand canyony suburb, and I got caught in a netted-pool area of someone's house. I dreamed that it broke, and I escaped the thing trying to eat me. I finally got to the end of the canyon, where a prehistoric turtle thing awaited me. I got away from it by flying up, and woke up shortly after.
Another one involved me flying- that was FUN. A great number of my dreams involve me flying, actually.
For instance, in one dream, I dreamed that I was some sort of flying thing. I looked normal, but I could fly. I did this by running a bunch, flapping my arms vigorously, and willing myself to rise. It's ridiculously hard and troublesome to get it right. I also had to not break concentration or will, else I would suddenly realize that I couldn't fly. It was also hard to gain or keep altitude, but I digress. I was escaping from some metropolis. I flew to a nearby town, collapsed, and realized that they were still after me. I then tried to fly away, but they caught up again! Finally, exhausted, it ended.
More later maybe. These are really old dreams, so they're kind of hard to remember. I will probably be using this as some sort of journal from now on.