To kick it off, I'll share a fairly recent one.
I found myself on a commuter train going much faster than a commuter train should. For some reason, I felt that I had to climb out of it, and the wind was tugging wildly at my hair as I exited through a side window. I then made my way to the front of the train and hunkered down by the plating there. Everything was moving much, much too fast, and I found myself thinking "This is pretty dangerous"
The dream then snapped (like dreams tend to do) and I was a 20-something girl living by myself in a small, sleepy town. The distinct feature of this town was that the sky was completely black, no stars, no clouds, no sun, no moon, just black. An endless expanse of void.
I noted this in passing, as if it was one of those things that seem strange at first, but that you gradually start to ignore when you realise that there's nothing you can do about it. I was walking out to something up (I think it was groceries) when I suddenly switched bodies.
The body that I saw when I looked down was that of a man in his 30-ies that had just made his way to his job as a technician at a nuclear power plant. All around me were people getting dressed in various protective suits.Completely bewildered and not wanting to look suspicious, I found a hanger with a name that matched that on the ID I found in my pocket and started to fumble with it. After a little while, another man walked up to me and from the context clues I figured that it was a co-worker of whoever's body I was inhabiting.
He was annoyed with me and helped me get suited up, and then started pushing me through the facility. I remained mostly quiet as he babbled in a technical lingo that I kind-of recognised but didn't understand about current projects and the days agenda. I felt a rising sense of panic as we walked past gigantic concrete cylinders surrounded by scientific-looking people taking notes and making adjustments on small panels and I realized that If I were supposed to do anything here, something would go terribly wrong.
We walked up to some kind of equipment storage and retrieval desk, and my (his) coworker ordered two sets of gas masks (I think), to which the lady on the other side kicked up a fuss about proper procedures and lack of equipment. After a little while, I switched back to my own body again, finding myself sitting in front of my computer staring blankly at it.
I had just about enough time to get a change of clothes before I switched to the man again. This time, he was in his (rather lavish) apartment. I decided that enough was enough, found his computer and wrote a short explanatory message to him, outlining briefly what had happened and how he could contact me. I switched back again, and now found myself halfway through the outer door of my home. I was just about to turn around when I saw him standing out in the streets. We met up and shared an awkward silence, before he (or I? I can't remember) called a cab.
The first one that showed up was filled with shady looking peoples but we didn't care. After a *very* short trip, the taxi crashed for some reason, and after I picked myself up, I found myself crying over the corpses of several kittens that had somehow succumbed in the accident even though they were laying in a basket in the yard of a house across the street. And I cried, cried like I'd never cried before, because for some reason this was the saddest thing that I had ever seen and I were to blame for it.
I woke up with a profound sense of loss, and I had actually cried into the pillow.