Well one outstanding dream I have had took place on a sunny beach on the Pacific. It was in a small bay and the water was only a couple feet deep until the end of the bay where there was a drop off. Now, I am very uneasy about large bodies of salt-water for a variety of reasons. Fresh water lakes and such, I am mostly okay with, but not salt-water.
So, in the dream, I decided that it was shallow and clear, so I could handle it. Pretty soon, I start to mellow out listening to the sounds of the beach. I was at peace, something I never could do while in the water. Seeing that I was starting to prun a bit, I decided it would be best to go back to the beach. It all was calming and I felt confident and comfertable in the water. Then I heard the rushing noise of water welling up behind me. I got hit by a large wave, far higher then the water was deep. I sort of didn't mind, until I tried to get up. I could not move. By luck, another wave came by and turned me over and my head was poking out of the water, but I still couldn't move. I yelled for help in the crowd that was in the bay, but no one responded. Thats when I noticed a hammerhead shark gliding torwards me. I frantically yelled "help! shark! help!" and still no one seemed to acknowledge it. The shark plowed into my leg and tears it off. Horrifying as it is, what made it worse is something I still don't understand. I was feeling pain. Somehow, I was feeling pain in my dream.
At this point I could move my upper body, and so I began a backward crawl to land. The shark returned though, heading torward my chest. So I raised an elbow to strike its head, but as it neared me, its head turned to a pillow. But it was one my grandmother had, and one that we hadn't not had in the house for a while. (my grandmother died about 5 years before this and I was probably 13 when this dream occured) I quickly stopped my thrusting elbow in memory of her and began to tear up thinking about it. I then reached to pick it up. Then the head turned back to normal and bit my hand. Once again, I was feeling pain. I realized how weird this situation was and wasn't sure if it was a dream or not. But I always thought pain was a way that always wakes you up from a dream. So I continued to limp back. The shark came back and once again I prepared my elbow and it turned back into the pillow. I recalled it was still a shark and wailed on it until it swam away.
As I got on to the beach, I could move my remaining leg again. But there was still pain in my hand and other leg. I stood up and somehow obtained a crutch and my wounds were bandaged. My voice was very horse and I tried to call for help, but still no one heard me. I just made for the road where my dad's truck pulled up. I got into it and left the crutch behind. I sat looking at my stumped leg and torn apart hand until my dad asked me "So, did you enjoy yourself at the beach?". I was beyond confused since I was clearly hurt and had a missing limb. As I began to make a response, I heard a screeching of brakes, my vision become white, and I woke up.
TL;DR.
I had a dream. I felt pain in it more than once. Still don't understand why that is.