One of the best dreams I've had of this kind featured my best friend and I walking on a small path through a dense forest. He was walking behind me, and ever so often, I'd turn around and say "Watch this," before snapping my fingers.
Every time I snapped my fingers, the season would change, from the most verdant summer to the most beautiful, thickly snowing winter. The colours would pop really vibrantly, like in an oil painting. It was amazing. I had that dream only once but I think I'll remember it forever.
Then there's also the dreams that I have repeatedly, where I climb to the highest building only to leap off only to land unharmed hundreds of feet below...