Here's one of mine. One of my dream went like this. I was trapped inside of an upstairs room in my house. It was not actually "my house" irl, but in this dream, this house was my house. And I was trapped there by an evil invisible being. The door having a thick aura. But then there was someone there that could possibly help me escape. He told me the only way to escape would be to apparate out of the room and into another place and into another time. The first time I successfully apparated out of the room, I ended up downstairs where my family was and it was two years ago. But since it was my first time, wasn't able to move too far away from the room that I had apparated from, meaning that I still couldn't leave the house and certain corridors of the house were inaccessible. But no matter how what, I always got sucked back into the room in due time. I could not stay from the room for very long. My bond to the room was very strong.
But I better at apparating from the room and traveling further into the house, and eventually, I managed to apparate and completely break free of my tie to the room. The invisible being tried everything to stop me, but I apparated successfully anyways. I appeared downstairs as usual, and I and the boy helping me dashed out the front door without explaining anything to my confused father. For the first time, I could leave the house. We ran down to the shopping district on the pathwalks and we talked some as we ran. I can bearly remember what he said, but at some point, he said something along the lines of "at least I'm not in love with you to the insane extent that thing does." Those aren't his actual words tho. I can't really remember what he actually said, but what I remember was that what he said made me realize that the invisible creature kept me trapped like a doll in a doll house, and I also then realized that he was in love with me after all our struggles together to escape.
After some time of running, we are passing an elementary school or a daycare of sorts when all of a sudden I collapse in a puddle in the street, so weak that I was practically paralyzed and unable to get back up. The dream faded sometime after that when the sun woke me up.