I had a dream a few months ago I woke up sweating from. I was by a swimming pool and there was a girl standing on the other side. We had been dining out and enjoying each others company before that, laughing and telling stories about ourselves. I watched her shoot herself in the head and fall in the pool. I paniced and dove in to save her. Of course she was dead. Then I woke up, pretty freaked out.
Then there was another dream where I was stuck in this outdoor courtyard with really high brick walls. It was night time, there were trees all around me, and a small shed, like a tool shed, and very little light. There was this weird guy with a mohawk... kinda like Captain Howdy in Strangeland.. punk rocker looking dude, and he kept just appearing and stabbing me with a knife and disappearing, and I would run and hide and he would appear again and stab me some more...
I had another dream about 10 years ago I still remember. One of my closest friends from a few years before and I were knights in medieval times. We were like the Kings top soldiers. We were real popular, held in high regard in the city. One day the King had my friend and several other guards take me out into the forest and kill me. I lived, but for the rest of the dream I was walking around with a big, gaping, bloody wound in my stomache and on my leg. That guy turned out to be not so good of a friend in real life.
Oh yeah, and when I was 4 or 5 I had this dream that Scooby and Shaggy and I were at the house in the movie Poltergeist, and we were walking around outside, because you know Shirley and the others were inside the house investigating in there and they always split up to check things out... and Scooby, Shaggy, and I fell into an open grave and got buried alive.
I think maybe my dad forcing me to watch Nightmare On Elm Street and other such horror movies when I was a little kid might have something to do with my violent, morbid nightmares.
So odd how some dreams make such an impact that you can actually remember the details for so many years.