I really wish I had dreams like that. Mine are usually a jumbled mess, probably representing the flurry that is my thoughts.
I had a dream a few weeks ago that frightened me. First, a while back-not sure how far back-I had a dream where there was some kind of party. I'm fairly certain it was a Halloween party. I don't really remember the party part. It was when the party started dying down that things got ugly. There was this guy who was being a real jerk to me. There was an argument and a scuffle that ended with me hitting him in the head with a picture. Unfortunately, it was glass and it ended up cracking his skull. Well, he died. My sister and I ended up hiding the body. The next day, the police of course came by asking us if we knew where he was. We said no. The end of the dream ended when we were at school but I don't remember that part. So, the dream a few weeks ago turns out to be a follow-up dream. I had forgotten about the whole incident. I ended up having a dream about it and the memory resurfaced. I asked my sister if it was true and she showed me where we buried the body. Needless to say that I started freaking out. It was at this revelation that I woke up, and for the next hour or so, I laid on the couch, wondering if it was all true. The dream was so real, the memory that played so believable. I fell asleep again and I ended up telling the police in my dream about it. I woke up around the time they were interrogating me. Even then, for a good portion of the day, I wondered if it was true. That day goes down as one of the scariest days of my life. The intensity at which I believed it scared me to the point where I really almost called the police. Of course, as the day went on, my fear ebbed away. I've never been to any kind of party, and after that I will never go to one.