All sorts! From full-length, logically scripted stories with real beginnings, middles, and ends – all the way down to momentary little flashes, or absurd images, or even a single word that I hear, just the once.
I’ve dreamed music – and then woken up and actually written the music down. (An actual song-writer listened to what I had and said, “Hm… Not too awful…”)
I’ve had sex dreams – the kind I wake up from and have to change the bed-sheets.
I’ve had “problem solving” dreams. In one, for instance, I figured out a solution to a computer-programming problem that had been puzzling me.
My favorites are “companionship” or “teamwork” dreams, where I’m part of a team of people who are loyal to each other, cooperate intelligently, get along with each other, and are emotionally supportive. (Obvious wish-fulfillment dream, given that my real life is not like that at all…)
I very much hate all-night single-theme repetitive anxiety dreams – like, say, dreaming about changing a tire, where every single detail is depicted in nauseating detail. Every lug-nut, ever turn of the jack-screw. Bleah! The very opposite of “restful!”
Okay, wait: no: my least favorite are hypnogogic nightmares, the kind that have absolute hallucinatory realism. The “night hag” phenomenon. Gawd, I hate that!
I also love having a “dream landscape,” a whole separate world that is similar to the real world, but just a little bit off. Buildings that are taller than they really are, or houses with extra wings of rooms, or streets that go where no streets actually go.