I don't have dreams that aren't weird/disturbing.
I had a recurring dream almost every week for a long time. In it, I was walking up the long sloping hillside that is my mother's back yard. It was about to storm, just really overcast and thunder rumbling, but no rain yet. In the woods at the back of the yard there was just a sense of something evil waiting there, something monsterous that was biding its time, pacing back and forth just waiting to slip free so it could destroy me. I could hear it howling and panting and just feel how awful it was, how much it wanted me not just dead, but to never have existed at all.
The hillside would always be covered with bones. Human bones, animal bones, bones from things that never existed. I'd eventually drop to my knees and start digging skulls out of the dirt. Little palm sized skulls that were like a cross between a cat skull and a human skull. I'd be digging with my bare hands, knowing that if I didn't get all of the skulls out of the dirt by the time the storm finally hit, the thing in the woods would break free and come after me. The dream always ended with me desperately clawing skulls out of the dirt as the lightning finally hit and the thing in the woods broke loose.
For some reason I have always had dreams about there being something evil in those woods, that was out to harm me or my family. It would be a monster, or a wild boar, or a wolf, or a human, or several humans. I don't know why..I played in those woods all the time as a kid and no harm ever came to me in them. But in my dreams, they always house something terrible.
I've had variations on the bone dream, where the grass and trees are full of snakes instead of bones, and there's a man waiting in the woods instead of a monster, and I'm digging stones out of the dirt instead of skulls.