(that you can remember)
Share them, if you want. Might be some Brikwarsy ideas in there, if they are as random as mine (or more random, I wouldn't be surprised).
I'll just say that my nightmares have become much less scary then they used to - as a kid I always died several times a night, now I always dream I'm fighting back (and succeeding). It's a kind of a reaction that made nightmares go away for a long time, but then they started coming back and I usually dream about zombies. It's always zombies. Usually, I'm not too bothered by them unless they get really messed up. Most of all, my nightmares are just really random and weird.
A while ago, I dreamt I was at some kind of luxurious waterpark (with my family, I think), and some maffioso were threatening us to either give away our 'spot' (whatever 'our spot' was, a personal jacuzzi-like thing carved into the wall, I believe) or squeeze some money out of us. Of course, I told them to go fuck themselves, which resulted in a couple of fights and the realization that we had better watch the fuck out, 'cos we'd made trouble with the maffia.
It's a while ago, so I don't remember everything, but there were zombies in the middle part somewhere. Zombies and gunfights in open areas. In my dreams, the zombies usually go down pretty easily.
In the next sequence of the dream, we were in a house on the bottom floor (to flee from the zombies, I presume). The house had a large window, and large ghosts were constantly bumping into them, trying to break the glass. In my dreams, I'm an aggressive fuck, so I ran up to the window and started flipping them off.
Of course, there was still some maffioso guy coming to kill us. During dinner, we (or I) suddenly had the realization the killer was among us, and his sign was that of an arrow. There were a lot of upper class people I don't know, so it could've been anyone, but I appeared to be trying to find out anyway. Some old guy I don't know suggested 'maybe the clue is in the visual aspect, rather than a symbolic one' (thanks Sherlock). And here comes the weirdest part: I was looking at a picture of all the possible killers (rather than just look at them directly), which I then flipped, and I suddenly realized that one guy's head, when you looked at it from that angle, looked like it was shaped like an arrow. Makes no sense, I know, but the killer hath been revealed.
It's weird, but he looked kind of like a slightly younger, taller and far more muscular version of Leopold II.
Doing what killers do, he immediately started stabbing a random someone at the end of the room, and this is the one point in the dream where I remember freaking out and being kind of 'frozen' like it sometimes happens in dreams, and telling people to 'stop him'. Of course, no one did anything. Then, the guy threw a knife at me. Somehow, it didn't reach me, and I threw it right back, hitting him in the back (something I could never do in real life) and taking him out.
Strangely enough, next thing I know he was still stabbing someone in a room right next to the dining room, like the knife throw hadn't happened at all. I rushed into the room and saw him viciously stab someone several times, but luckily for some random reason I had a shotgun. I shot him in the back, he turned around, and then he took two or three more shots to the face before going down. While I've fired a couple of guns before, I'm pretty sure I handled the shotgun better in my dream than I would've done in real life, too. I woke up there, wondering what the fuck is wrong with my mind.