Two very interesting dreams, Omar; the first one in particular would make for a good scene in a film; the second could be, in some strange way, an extreme case of deja vu, which is itself I think linked to dream, memory, and the unconscious, and just as fascinating.

The last horrible dream that I remember having was a while ago, I don't know exactly. In it, I was in a door-less room, just a box. And, somehow, it was slowly being filled up with water. I woke up with inches to spare.

I've woke up crying before after having nightmares, but the next day I only remember the dream, and not the waking up crying (the cause of much embarrassment when my mother asks me why I was crying, haha!). One of those was when I was barely a teenager, where this woman invaded our home and killed my mother. The only way I can describe this woman is she looked like Luna Vachon. The second of those dreams involved me watching a wrestling match, and Doink the Clown killed Bret Hart.