Three bad dreams for you, then a good one. The first was a recurring dream from when I was in primary school (elementary). The dream was very simple: me standing in the playground with friends waiting for mum to come and take me home. One by one my friends leave until it’s just me. Then the dread comes. They are coming. Who or what they were, I never found out. All I knew was that I wasn’t safe. The fear always woke me up.
Another odd, vivid dream from childhood was being chased by a giant. (I was a kid so probably a 7 foot ogre). I climbed a kids climbing frame and spoke to it and there was a girl there too (a complete stranger that I seemed to know in the dream). The three of us spoke for a while, and all was ok. But then the ogre remember it was going to kill us. The girl ran quick so I jumped from the climbing frame and lay face down on the ground, pretending to be dead. The ogre stood over me and I just held my breath, not knowing if it would kill me or not. I woke up before finding out.
The third dream was recent and I was home in England near my folks house. I was cycling along country lanes going fast, seeing people I know from back home. Then I went too fast around one corner and found myself drifting over a cliff. I could see a long way down to the valley below and knew I had seconds before I was dead. The scene is still vivid and it was beautiful. My first thought in this situation, knowing I was about to die, was to call my parents on my phone and tell them, so they’d understand. I, of course woke up before I could.
Finally, the good dream came about from a recurring bad dream of falling. Every time I’d wake up with a start before splatting on the ground. Then on one occasion, I found myself falling but told myself to keep with it. At the last moment, instead of a splat, I did a slow motion mid-air roll and landed safely on my feet. I was so happy with the outcome that in my dream I decided to go up and do it again. I never had that bad dream again.