Well, this first dream is pretty body-horror, so, you know, warning.
Don't read if you are squeamish.
Back in January of 2016 I was pretty sick with a high fever, so I'm sure it helped fuel the horror. The primary specifics I remember are two different horrible things happening to my arm. The first was that, somehow, small silver BBs had become embedded beneath my skin, and the only way to get them out was to make incisions and then squeeze them out. I had to do it myself. The second part was a lot worse. My right forearm got burned very badly, so much so that the skin became a crispy outer shell that I was desperately trying to keep on me. You know how when you stick a marshmallow in a fire and let it burn and when you pull it back and blow the fire out, there's a crispy, charred outer layer than you can slide right off? It was like that.
I had another dream that I want to turn into a story. It was kind of like The Raid but it became horror. I was a member of a SWAT team breaking into an apartment building to take out a local gang of drug dealers. We ended up finding an entrance to a weird, old secret underground area and got down inside of it, where suddenly the whole dream had a genre shift. There were these horrible black mold demons down there that had been unleashed and we had to get back out. It was probably one of the scariest dreams I've ever had due to its intensity and how real it seemed. The very last part of the dream was one of them getting me and placing its face directly in front of my own, and that's when I came awake, but I couldn't move for several seconds and the transition from dream to reality was slow, and I could see its face right there in front of my own, fading from view for several seconds. I was so freaked out I was having trouble breathing. It was 4AM and I never got back to sleep.