I've had two that I still remember.

I was about 6, and I had a dream that our house sunk underwater and everyone was eaten by sharks. It was so vivid...and they saved me for last...

The other one was a few months ago. Let me say I'm afraid of heights in real life. Somehow I was falling - except much scarier. I went to pull my ripcord of the parachute, and it wouldn't go. I was all alone, and I watched the ground come closer and closer until - I woke up sweating, on my back with my arms and legs spread out like a flying squirrel.

I know they don't sound that scary, but things scare me easily. :sweat1: