Oh, boy. Here we go, my favorite ones:
A number of sea creatures are gathered in a circle on the ocean floor. There is a starfish crawling across the sand inside the circle. Sebastian, from The Little Mermaid, is speaking. He says something like this (it's gotten fuzzy over the years): "We raised her as our own," (images, like a movie reel, of a dark-haired young girl standing in a doorway and running through a field) "then we buried her in her home." The scene cuts back to the circle of animals, and they sing in a rising chorus "It can't be the baby, it can't be the baby, it can't be the baby... Julia!"
Fell off a cliff onto an island inhabited by werewolves. Running through the woods, stumbled upon an old shack. Inside the shack was a ratty bed, a sink, and a clock on the wall. The handles of the sink (the HOT and COLD ones) were four-pronged, and the prongs were clicking together. The clock had no hands.
10 years old: Lost on a beach, looking for a hotel, with serious deja vu. My mother is there, but she's hiding behind a palm frond. Small crabs with British accents keep harassing me for directions, and they don't pay attention when I tell them I don't know where I am anyways.
Chased by Voldemort through a Wal-Mart with a big CVS sign out front. Rescued by a guy named Arnold, who was from the Babysitter's Club. He took me to their secret hideout, where the rest of the members of the club had been turned into babies. Arnold was the only adult there, so when the authorities came to arrest them for treason, he was the only one tried and sentenced to death. I went to attend his hanging, when he revealed his deepest, darkest secret: he's half flying carpet. So he's basically a carpet, with a head and arms and legs. He and I escaped by swinging on the nooses.
Trapped in a military base surrounded by a thirty-foot-high wooden fence. My best friend had mysteriously gained a pair of twin brothers, who turned into fish in her garage. We had to escape, so we climbed the scaffolding to find the jet packs that would take us to the other side of the fence where a helicopter was waiting for us. Otherwise the place would explode.
Went to an amusement park where the water slides were sentient and kept encouraging children to ride them. There were no lines because none of the other kids could decide which of the slides to ride first. I didn't want to ride and spent the entire dream walking around underneath the slides while they tried to win me over.
A magician was lonely so he transfigured his pet bird into a small boy and dug a new home underground. I was a spelunker who found them one day, and the boy helped me escape by having me jump on a giant trampoline mushroom through a hole in the ceiling. Oh, the the hole could talk. But it didn't say anything.
I was aware that I was dreaming, but didn't seem to care. I was trying to convince a sailor to let me borrow his ship and sail to the end of the world, but I was lazy, and I had to will myself to make the effort to talk to him. As I did so, small gauges appeared in midair indicating how hard I was trying.
The boat is sinking, and I am turned into a five-year-old boy because it is the only way for me to enter the boat and rescue my aunt's fishing rod, which she doesn't want to lose.
I am being hunted and stalked by velociraptors who live in a garden outside of my grandmother's house. To be fair, this was a nightmare, and easily the worst I've ever had. I don't know if you know what it's like to be hunted, but now I do. I pilfered a bottle of pheromones, supposed to make me smell repulsive to them, from my cousin (who was eaten by a T-Rex that could play UNO), and hid in a cupboard. See, it was a game. Every day, I and a bunch of other kids would live lives of luxury in this house. Then, once a day, an alarm would sound, and a dinosaur would be released from the pen in the garden. Sometimes we were lucky and it was harmless. Other times, we would all die. I woke up when the raptor dragged my friend out fro the cupboard, where she was hiding with me. She was kicking and screaming and I had to wrestle the pheromone bottle from her arm, which was promptly not attached to her. When I woke up, I was sweaty and unable to move. I realized that it was a dream, but I was also 100% aware that when I went back to sleep, I would be back there, in that cupboard, about to die. So I lay there for five minutes plotting out what I was going to do. Then, I fell asleep, and promptly did it. I escaped and ran to a beach house where the raptor turned into Velma from Scooby Doo, and the rest of the dream was happy nonsense.
I am watching a space shuttle launch. It tips over in midair and crashes. Paramedics pull Winnie the Pooh out on a stretcher.
I fall off a dock and die. Heaven is a giant hot tub. (It's worth noting that I was fully convinced, upon awakening, that I actually had died and had been given a second chance as a ghost.)
Elmo rises through the sky, holding onto balloons. I grab his leg and find myself in Middle Earth, where I have to lead my band of adventurers through a dark and scary cave. Then the cave is a lumber mill, but there are alligators in the water troughs. I have to toss garlic in the water, timing it right so that the gators go for the garlic and not for my friends.
I have wings and am performing acrobatic maneuvers through a cartoon landscape covered in those 3D pipes from that Windows screensaver. You know the one.
I was cursed by a genie (that looked like the one from the Sims 2) and now everything I touch turns into a small troll with three eyes. Then I am put into a hot air balloon, up where I can't touch anything, and I make myself useful to the world because I'm so high up that I can spot U-boats (apparently this is during WWII) in the ocean over which I am apparently floating.
There is a map with a small moving picture of a boat on it. Children's voices in the background are singing "Marco Polo, da deedle-dee deedle-dee doo..."
I am on a magical island, and everyone lives in a tree house. The Doctor (tenth) is there to save the world, but refuses to let me help. He makes me sit in a tree house, behind a bunch of boxes, until the danger is over.
I am Spider-Man. I was playing softball with Danny Phantom in a field, when suddenly a policeman runs up to me and tells me there is an emergency. I swing up to the Empire State Building. It turns out that there is a tiny little man with dynamite strapped to his body standing on the very top of the Empire State Building with his hands over his head. Balanced on his fingertips is another Empire State Building, full size. I promptly wake up.
I attend a carnival where seven random people are transformed into dragons. I volunteer to be one of them, but one of the others turns evil and starts burning everything down. I run to safety with my friend Z, and we go to her house, which is somehow also a public laundromat. Out the back door, we are on a cliff, below which is the neighborhood where all the rich people live. The evil dragon is burning it down.
Godzilla is attacking a massive underground city, and I can only save everyone by donning a jet pack and flying up to distract him, sacrificing myself in the process. I do so, but am promptly saved by Optimus Prime, who throws himself in Godzilla's path shouting "No, Sam, I want to sacrifice myself again!" in a chipmunk voice. The battery on my jetpack runs low and I land on his head just as Godzilla bites the rest of him off. His last words are lost forever because I don't speak German. I am now in a nurse's uniform, taking care of all the people Godzilla has hurt and nearly eaten. One of them is in love with me, but I don't reciprocate their feelings because their head is on backwards.
I have beaten Slender, and am throwing a party, when some of the balloons escape up the chimney (I don't know where we got a chimney) and start floating away. I am distraught, and call my friend who is a plumber to get them back.
I got lost going to class and found myself in an abandoned Hagrid's Hut, next to a lake where tall people go to party all night. I am too short to get in, so I run back into the forest. I am now in a small town that I have to explore. I am looking for Easter eggs that someone hid, but one of them is in a mailbox that I can't open, so I run around looking for a crowbar to open it with. I never find one.
I am in college, my dorm room has a wooden piano mounted on the wall, and the professor is taking the entire class to outer space. We go up, orbit the Earth, and then have to come down in separate capsules. The parachute on mine breaks, and the others are all lamenting the fact that I'm going to die, but I'm just smiling calmly and laughing at them, because I like the sensation of freefall. I open the capsule because it's getting too hot in there, and somehow don't burn up in the atmosphere. I don't really know what happens then, because then I'm in a small cafe spying on a young man who is being hit on by our professor, who is both male and a talking stuffed bunny.
These are just the ones I remember off the top of my head.
This is not counting the 50+ bomb-related dreams that I have had and remember in the last ten years. They're my phobia, and the source of... well, every nightmare save for that dinosaur one. But they are almost always pretty weird. One involved a Russian satellite crashing on a hilltop, but when I climbed up, all that was there was a chocolate bar and a ticking bomb with three seconds left on the timer. I didn't stick around and eat the chocolate. Interestingly, I always wake up before the bomb explodes - no exceptions. Hm...