I remember experiencing pure hatred in a dream once, it was not accompanied by any wish fufilment or its satisfaction so when I felt consumed with rage which had come on me in my sleep, the subject of it all was vague but it was a magnification of what I dislike in my waking hours, but when I awoke I was like, wow, and it dissipated and that was great.
On one or two occasions I've felt guilt or despair and its such a relief to wake from that and shake it off, those are strange, strange dreams, the equivalent of the "naked in public" dream I guess, there's shame tagged on to the oddest things and its not proportional, one time it was about shop lifting and I was actually "living" someone else who I knew who did that when they are younger, their life, their behaviour, if that makes sense, I've never done anything like that. Not even abscent mindedly.
Twice I had terrifying dreams, one of which was about killing someone and was so, so, so vivid that I believed for a while afterwards that I had actually killed someone, disposed of their remains, did so in such a way as they would never ever be discovered and could only partly or vaguely remember were. Although I'd seen the Stephen King movie secret window, another movie called The Last Supper and a popular soap had featured a storyline of an accidental murder along Poe like "tell tale heart" lines. The Darren Brown show in which he convinces some guy that he has killed someone totally resonated with me and I wondered if people up and down the country making the same sorts of combinations in external messages and autosuggestion were having similar experiences to me.
Occasionally I'll have "dreams" which are devoid of intellect and are exclusively feelings, either good or bad, those I kind of think of as heaven or hell states although they are short in comparison with eternity you know.