Finding an animal I forgot I owned, usually sick or half-starved in a dark, cramped enclosure.
My father was an animal hoarder, no mystery where that comes from.
Other than that, I just have a lot of dreams about my family arguing. Never anything ridiculous or dramatic, just a bunch of people who look down on each other making it known.
While I don't have it anymore, for years I had a recurring nightmare about the house I grew up in. There had always been unusual occurrences within, mostly auditory but sometimes visual. Looking back, I was never that spooked about it while living there. I honestly loved that property and have fond memories of growing up among all those old apple trees. But for years after moving out I would dream that I had returned to it, and it was very, very different.
In the dreams the house was dark and full of shadows. Completely devoid of furniture and decor. It was gray, empty, and wholly abandoned. While inside I could feel an overwhelming and foreboding precense. It was this feeling of fear and panic. Pure dread. There was something disturbing there with me as I traveled from room to room, nervously anticipating every new corner as the sun sank low and the shadows grew deeper inside. As the years progressed, I would find the house to be filled with spectral cats that accompanied me throughout, or darted around the rooms inexplicably, sometimes out of the corner of my eye and other times as clear as day. Though I couldn't quite focus on them, I had the feeling these were all the cats I had owned growing up. Some of them cats I had owned and lost since originally living there. It was as though they were trapped in the purgatory of that haunting, empty dream house, and even though the cats seemed to be full of spunk, there was an immense sadness about them being there.
The dreams occurred with greater frequency into my late 20s-early 30s, until one night I simply stepped inside and realized there was nothing left to fear. Suddenly the house no longer bothered me. It stood still and silent. Cleansed somehow. There were no more shadows, ghostly cats or smothering prescences within. It was as though the both me and the house had been freed.
I haven't dreamt about that house since, other than a snippet from another unrelated dream, where I found myself briefly gathered with a co-workers family on the back deck, but I didn't realize where I had been until waking.
Earth falling out of orbit and careening towards the sun.
Looking up at the sky, I see a void open in the center, going from blue to black, then eventually to blinding orange into white before everyone collectively melts and then incinerates in the extreme heat.
Worst off, its a slow descent, so we have time to contemplate it as it happens.
All my teeth falling off (I wore braces as a teen, I don't know if it made a difference). Also since a cousin died in a car crash I dream about car accidents, always in the driver seat. In the first year after the accident I even woke up trying to press the breaks sometimes.
anxiety inducing levels frustration at things that don't work like they're designed during emergency situations. ie unable to use a phone to call for help because of fat fingering or my car won't stop and go as expected when i hit the brake and gas pedals leaving me a few feet/yards off mark each time i try.
the second most common is a lucid-ish dream where i can remember that i dreamt this before, but i can't remember what i recognized; only that i can remember dreaming it.
For me it's having to make an emergency call and the person on the other end either just won't listen properly, ignore me, not understand me, act in a weird way, or the call has technical problems like there is no reception where I am and I have to run around forever to find signal or a different phone.
I have no idea where that comes from, I've never even made an emergency call.
Dreams have symbolic meanings. They often represent things that happened in your waking life that have not been resolved. If the dream is recurring it could mean something important to you remains unresolved. If you can identify the reason for your dream and understand why are having it, it can stop recurring. For example I often dreamed about falling down a a stair at my grandparents house well into my teens. When I told my dad about it, he said I had actually fallen down a stair at home when I was two years old. The dreams stopped after that. Here the dream symbol is really close to the real thing, but it could be different in your case.
"Dialing 911 in a dream is a "cry for help" and reflects feelings of concern about a period of emotional crisis. If you are dialing 911 in a dream or someone else is, identify the emergency or urgent situation you or that person wants help with in your/their waking life. Getting a busy signal, no answer, the phone doesn't work, or you can't dial properly, reflect feelings of frustration, difficulty or failure to communicate your need for help with an "emergency" in your waking life."
(Cmp.: https://www.dreamdoctor.com/index.php?option=com_dreams&controller=dictionary&task=details&id=1&Itemid=24)
So try to find out what your personal emergency could be, talk to someone about it and chances are the dreams are going to stop.
Falling, getting into a fight, being attacked, or watching a disaster happen. I regularly get night terrors, where I’ll wake up screaming. It’s genetic, apparently, my dad and his dad both had them too. My brothers get them too. I don’t get them much any more, regular cannabis use has turned off pretty much all my dreams. Shit gets whack when I stop, the dreams come back way more realistic and intense.