Had a dream for many years where Jason Vorhees would come into my house, I'd run upstairs, climb out the 2nd floor window, jump down to the ground level outside, and run down the street for help. Then once I reached the corner of my street, my legs would stop working and I couldn't run anymore, and I'd have to drag myself with my hands on the concrete and eventually he'd catch up to me and I'd wake up right as he killed me.
Eventually I was able to control my dreams though and that was the first dream I was ever able to control. Eventually I realized I was dreaming when I had this dream for the millionth time, and when I was running down the street for help, I stopped and realized that I've been here before. And then I knew I was dreaming. So I stopped, turned around walked toward Jason, grabbed the machete out of his hand and killed him. Since then I've had this dream maybe once or twice in the last 15+ years and I probably haven't had it in a decade.
The only other recurring dreams I get are dreams related to school. I'll find myself back in high school. And it always starts with me getting my classes for that school year and then feeling funny like I know this doesn't feel right. At first I didn't know I was dreaming, but since I've been able to control my dreams, I realize it's a dream, so I'll leave school in the middle of the dream and go home because I know I won't get in trouble since it's a dream. I still get these dreams to this day, unlike the Jason one.