Let me tell you about the first nightmare I ever had, and the last I ever had.
It may help you, it has helped others.
I was a little kid when I had it. I had just received my first bicycle. As with most children on their first bike I ran off curbs, fell over, and slammed into telephone poles.
That night I had a dream. In that dream I was on the bicycle and it was out of control. I could not stop the bike and I was having one hair's breath escape after another. Cars were chasing me, dogs were chasing me, people were chasing me. Tree limbs reached down to deliberately knock me over.
I was one scared little kid.
I took a turn that sent me right out of the city and into the woods where I narrowly missed one tree after another. Dogs, cars, kids, adults, were still hot on my trail.
The final terror: I went over a cliff and I was falling and falling and falling...
When a voice came out of the sky and said, "This is my dream and I will do what I damn please."
For a second I thought how mad Mommy would be if she heard me yell the word damn at myself, but then I remembered I was in more trouble than Mommy would give me so I started asking myself desperately "What do I want to do? What Do I Want To Do?"
Preferably before I hit the ground.
I decided I wanted to fly. Suddenly I was flying, not falling, but flying. So the rest of the dream was my flying up in the clouds with the birds happy, happy, happy. Below I saw the dogs, cars, and people that had been scaring me, so I dive bombed down out of the sky and scared them and chased them all away.
From that day on I have spent a lot of time flying in my dreams, and I have never had a night mare since.
Remember: This is your dream; you are in control; you can do what you please.