When I was about 5 years old I was playing on our stairs, but we didn't have any rails. My sock got tripped up on a nail, and I fell off the stairs and onto our glass table below. When that happened I remember my mom picking me up in her arms, and she was on the ground. I guess I kept telling he "it's ok mom, don't cry!" The weirdest part was what started to happen, now I don't know if I was in shock, or losing a lot of blood or what, but I just felt "not there" and everything began to turn red, and it wasn't blood on my eyes or anything. I think back to that like man I could have easily lost my life that day. I still have so many scars on my back. I've got plenty of stories. I was held at gunpoint for about 2 hours in my own home when I was about 10, and right before the guy was about to leave he was debating with himself whether or not he should shoot me, and he sorta made me beg for my life which is never cool. Most of my stories revolve around un-paranormal things. lol But dreams...man, clowns have always scared the hell out of me, which is probably why the Joker fascinates me so much lol.