My dream last night was exhausting and nightmarish and also so horribly vivid and realistic that it fits in one of several sub sections!
I dreamed I woke up and could hear noises from downstairs. There was light showing under the door. I got up, slammed the door open and dashed downstairs to find two men burgling my house. They were carrying boxes of things about, quite unconcerned at my sudden appearance. I got my phone out and dialled 999 (it worked, surprisingly, but there was no dial tone, just a voice saying 'police'), and a woman arrived, a la Vera. The men had gone but left the stuff. Detective looked in the box and picked out what looked like a huge shard of dark glass, and I told her that was what they'd been stealing, because I don't have anything else worth taking.
Then one of my sons and a daughter turned up. They were being very reassuring, but I was puzzled as to how they knew to come. My son told me that the police had called them. I lay face down on my bed, and noticed that it had a red bedcover with a bleach stain in a semi-circle.
It was all so vivid and real seeming, despite the fact that the house was not my house. It was like a house I lived in 30 years ago, and which I'd dreamed of earlier in the night (where I'd dreamed I'd sort of 'beamed in' to the garden of the old house and was climbing over stuff to get out, working on a 'I was looking for my cat' story in case anyone saw me). It was so real and nighmarish that, when I woke up with the usual gasp, I had to get up and go downstairs in order to make myself believe that I hadn't been burgled in real life.