I either don't remember my dreams or they're these huge cinematic productions. I'll tell people my disturbing dreams. I don't care how crazy or gory they are. My favorite recurring dream actually ends with me impaled through the chest and pinned to the ground, diagonal to the floor, while my side is overrun in an epic battle scene. By vampires!
See, my dreams rarely involve people. For a long time, it'd be stupid stuff, like a window opening, or a leaf falling, and that'd be it. Or bees chasing me.
Then after I started at the university, people started popping up in dreams, always trying to kill me.
Then there was a turn, when I'd turn and start killing my pursuers. The disturbing turn happened when I'd just start indiscriminately killing anyone else I'd come across. It got worse still when I started recognizing people, and began killing them, enjoying it in the process, then resurrecting them, and then rekilling them again in various manners.
I'm not at all a violent person in the waking world, but apparently my unconscious mind has some crazed, demonically unsatiated bloodlust.
That's the stuff where it's best not to talk about your dreams to friends.
"Yeah, so in my dream last night, I killed you several times, and tortured you, and in the dream, I
liked it. Did you ever really think about how much blood there is in a human?"