I have one quite frequenly where I'm sliding down a snowy mountain toward a cliff edge. I slide off the cliff and can feel my stomache lurch as I realise I'm gonna plummet to a horrible doom hundrends of feet below me. I hit the ground and burst apart:- usually people would wake up at this point; but I don't. I'm still there, mashed into the snowy rock, and I can feel cars driving over me and people treading on me, and I always think how pretty the snow looks with my gore all over it. Snow+blood=win.
I almost never remember my dreams, sadly. Those that I do remember are so fuckin strange, they're indescribable. Proper surreal twisted shit. It's probably the drugs :/