When I was younger, I used to have a full-length dream where I ran up to the top of my old elementary school's jungle gym equipment, and I stepped on the top bar above the spiral slide, which was the highest point. I would fall from the bar, but never hit the ground. Now it's just me falling, and I can't remember the details of where it began.
There's also this dream where someone rings the doorbell of my house. However, I have no doorbell, and when I look out the peephole, it's always some jackass with a gun about to shoot me, as he opens the door. From that point, I will do one of three things:
A) kick his ass promptly using my uber Azn skeels
B) run, get my hockey stick and my six iron, and kick his ass
C) run, somehow disarm the gunman and pistol whip him