I think my most vivid dreams happen when something irl happens around me while I'm sleeping.
Most of my current dreams usually include noises around my house and I live by an airport so I hear a crap load of planes....planes sound scarey in dreams, Ive had plane noises turn into demons screaming throughout my house, veloceraptors outside my window, barbaric aliens pillaging my neighborhood... and of course armageddon.
But by far my worse nightmare was when i was 10.
I had just had a slumber party with my friends and we watched scary movies like Critters and Tremors. We had just moved into our new house and I was going to sleep on my newly built bunk bed. One of my friends slept on the top bunk and I chose the bottom to talk to my friends sleeping on the floor next to me. They all fell asleep first but I stayed up listening to weird shit in our house. I eventually fell asleep and started dreaming of our house. I was running around inside the empty house and ran to the back sliding glass door but stopped when I saw it was on the edge of a cliff I felt rumbling under my feet and saw a giant fucking tremor worm shoot out from the side of the cliff, bend up and almost chomp my head off.
I ran but then remembered they could feel where you are when they are underground, so I jumped on top of the counter.... only to be surrounded by critters
and if you have ever seen this movie, the more they eat the bigger they get. For some dumb ass reason they couldn't reach me unless they got bigger so they started eating the house. Everything around me was being devoured until nothing was left but the kitchen and some roof, critters were being eaten by tremor worms and they started having some warfare where the critters were blowing the worms up with dynamite. So more of the house started falling and part of the roof collapsed on my legs trapping me. One of the worms was coming at me and this one had tongues that shot out and started grabbing my arms pulling my closer to its mouth. I woke up screaming finding my friends pulling me from under the top bunk that had fallen on one side pinning my legs while my mom was lifting the top bed off of me. She was freaking out because she had no idea why I was sleeping and screaming through a bed collapsing on me. I only had bruising on my thighs and a sprained ankle from my foot being stuck and being yanked.
I guess the Rooms-to-Go people did a shitty job building the bed and it fell on me when my stupid friend climbed back up from going to the bathroom and roughly jumped back on.
We got our money back from them, and I choose a normal bed.
I hate bunk beds.