I grew up living across from a cemetery. I used to have dreams about being at my own funeral all the time. I was a spirit following my own procession, and instead of a coffin the pall bearers held up a plank with my best clothes laid out on them. Then my clothes would come to life (like in Beetlejuice) and try to attack me.
I also used to dream about looking through the heating vents and seeing that underneath our house was actually Hell, and I could see rivers of lava and fire and shit. This always happened after I would "awake" into a dream about watching television by myself, and realizing that the satellite dish was possessed. It would change by itself and then the tv would flip really fast through all the channels. I would attempt to go to the neighbours' house but as soon as I'd step outside the vibe in the air was wrong. So yeah then I'd go back inside and discover Hell in my basement.