The living room was flooded with water and full of sharks. I had to fend them off from my floating couch-island. It was scarey.
One from years and years ago: A which was chasing me through a field of tall, golden weed-thingys. I had to keep ducking down and hiding in this beat-up chicken coop.
A giant meteor was heading towards Earth, and I was suppose to save it with only a lightsaber. I also seemed to have mastered the laws of gravity, for I could jump over houses. All in all, I knew the Earth was doomed, so I just hopped around.
In another, gravity again seemed to cease to exist for me. Except I was in danger of floating into space, which was a vary bad thing. Also, there were these government guys in black suits out to get me and my brother and sister. I had to lead them around, hiding them on the roof and whatnot.
Yet again, gravity had disappeared, and I was in dager of, you guessed it, floating away into space. I had to keep running and jumping, and no matter what, I couldn't stop. I just keep running and jumping over walls and houses, terrified that I was going to float off at any moment. I also seem to remember having very long, stretchy legs.
More than three, I know. Sorry, sorry. I seem to have trouble with gravity in my dreams, don't I?