How incredibly interesting to read all the replies to this one.
My own dreams differ a lot, many of them are very much movie-like, or even videogame-like, including multiple lives x) I often experience things out of more than one perspective.
I also have one of those dreams that reoccur again and again.
It starts with me coming to a stranger town (not always the same one), I need to find something for someone, don't know what or why, and try to ask people for the way, but they're distant and strange and they don't blink. Then at some point, I start running away from someone. Always the same person/guy, that I feel a strange affection for, even though he has a dark, abusive aura.
I run and run and run, and at some point I'm suddenly in a more familiar environment without really noticing. I think someone's with me, a companion, hard to define and not a person; more like Aladin's parrot, or Link's..anything.
Then at the very end, I enter a small store in a small street; it's run by an old(ish) woman who doesn't talk a lot, but whom I apparently know, or who knows friends of mine. My companion knows her, too. Taking his advise, I ask her to let me hide in the shop, against my instincts, I don't trust her at all;
she agrees (silently), and I hide between pieces of clothing.
She always gives me away, and HE comes, and at the end of the dream he stands in front of me but I couldn't possibly say what he looks like. It feels like I've lost a game for the thousandth time; and it feels like obeying, giving in, and I know he's gonna do something to me.
God. Don't you just hate it when you realize how easily your dreams could, and would, be interpreted to fit your condition by the average psychologist?
the only other reoccuring dream I've had in my life is one where a man dressed comletely in black comes into my room. There's nothing strange about it, the room looks 100% realistic and I'm sitting in my bed, exept...I know for sure that the man wants to murder me.
But he's unbelievably clumsy; he trips over EVERYTHING in the whole room, walks circles, silently curses. Since I know I'm gonna die in the end, I roll my eyes at some point, and become impatient, and want him to get it over with. When he reaches my bed in the end, the last thing I thought before waking up was usually "FINALLY. How hard can it be to cross my tiny bedroom!"
....I might have to add I was really really young when I had that dream, 3-5, maybe.