I have a few good ones for you. Three of them are nightmares and one is just a weird one.

Nightmare I-

All I see is a bicycle. It appears to be drawn with pencil, in "stick" form on a piece of plain white paper. It is on a red line, that is infinite (road like, but 2D). There is no one riding it, but it is clearly moving. I am standing about thirty degrees from the front of it, and I seem to be slightly shorter than the bike. I get upset every time I think of it or describe it in great detail (i am starting to have tears run down my face right now, no joke). It is a recurring dream. I've had it at least three times. Not only is it a dream though, but at one point, about three years ago, I would get this wort of depressed, helpless, hopeless sort of feeling. My mind seemed to be filled with a buzzing sort of noise. And I would see this same damned bike. The feeling can best be described as a losing a loved one, but having the shock have somewhat sunken in.

Nightmare II-

In this one, I see a roughly hewn wooden table, about 4 square feet or so. On it, is a single red rose in a vase. Behind it, is a swirly vortex (similar to those hypnosis thingys) except it is black and red. It makes me very upset when I have the dream, but it doesn't affect me in my daytime hourse. It is also recurring.

Nightmare III-

This one is more of a feeling. While I'm asleep, I get this awful feeling that I am destroying the world (that's the best way I can describe it). I feel like an utter wreck and a terrible being, but I can stop myself from doing whatever bad thing it is. I feel totally helpless. The only visuals I have are something about folding and unfolding, corners, and stitchmarks. I admit, I have woken up sobbing, shaking, and scared to even get out of bed. I have actually needed my mother for comfort on these occasions. I have been so terrified it's not even funny.

Odd dream-

This is one of the clearest dreams I've ever had. I'm in a tropical rainforest on a bright, sunny day. My auntie's old silver Nissan pickup truck is on a dirt road. There are huge clear jugs inside the tailgate filled with red juice. I walk down a hill (it's a continuation of the road the truck is parked on, a switchback sort of deal) with the task of picking pomellos (a big citrus fruit about three times the size of a large grapefruit, with white pulp, with almost zero flavor). Apparently we were Laing red juice out of these pale white fruits. So I'm at the bottom of he hill, and I turn around and see three sheep at the top. One is black, one is brown and white, and one is black and white. I chase the sheep up the hill, and... The dream was done.