In high school I had a recurring, serial dream. I called it "The House the Sun Controlled." Basically I was caught in a house that was controlled by the sun- locks, windows, doors, appliances, lights, etc., were all functional or not based on the sun. When I was dreaming, I'd remember what happened to me "last time" (in the last dream) and use that information to help in whatever situation I found myself in the current episode. I can't remember when the dream stopped, but I don't recall it ever being resolved.
I also used to have a dream that I was in trouble and couldn't dial the phone (yes, this WAS awhile ago!). I'd be trying to make a call because of a drastic situation and discover that the dial was warped and I couldn't use any numbers greater than 6. It was awful. Oddly enough, that dream came true. It was February, I got out of school late, and it was cold and dark... and my car wouldn't start. I tried to call my mom to come get me, and discovered that the only pay phone on campus had a warped dial and I couldn't dial any number greater than 6!! I called a friend whose number was formed of digits between 1 and 5 and had her call my mom. I never had the dream again after this happened in real life!
I also used to dream that I could fly. I know exactly how I did it, how to lean, what muscles to use, how to tilt my body to make it happen. I can still make those same moves, except of course I can't really fly.
If you've read some of my posts on other threads, you'll know that I have had 2 major events happen in the past 8 months: My MIL, to whom I was very close and loved with all my heart, died on Thanksgiving, and my DD is getting married on SUNDAY!! TWO DAYS!! Anyhow, about 3 months ago I had a dream that we were all in our rental home, getting ready for the wedding. My siblings, my DH's siblings, DD and her fiancee... everyone was here getting ready for DD's wedding the next day. I walked down the hallway and there was my MIL! She and I talked about all sorts of things, including her final illness, and at one point I reached out to hug her and she said, "Don't touch me; if you touch me I have to leave." We talked some more, and I was so filled with love and comforted by her presence. We laughed and I reached out to touch her arm- and she disappeared, and I woke up. I am pretty solidly rooted, don't believe in afterlife or spirits or anything, but this really moved me and comforted me, and I can't help but think that she really came to visit me. I still miss her so much ( and it's heartbreaking that she's not here for DD's wedding).