Hi. Yeah, I'm going to skip the formalities and get right to the point. When I was younger (about 7 or8) , whenever I fell asleep I would be in a black...area. In the middle of the area was thousands of dreams playing out like a little demo clip of the full dream. I would be able to cycle through and choose whatever dream I wanted, and morph it to how ever I wanted. But every so often I would practically be forced to dream a strange dream. It started in a strip mall, but in one store was a strange jungle scene. My old bronco would always be faced upwards, half sunk in quick sand. all of one side of my family tried to escape--me included. Every tim I dreamed that, two of my family members would be trapped in the quicksand. Eventually, I was trapped with my Grandmother, whom I love to no end. I tried to get out, but my body felt weak and I just didn't have the streangth to escape. I looked over at my Grandma and she at me. As we slowly sunk, I said, "Well. It looks like this is the end." She just looked at me with the loving eyes that only a grandmother can give. I woke up right afterward. After that dream, I was never able to control my dreams again. I have no idea if anyone else has ever had this happen to them, and I would like to hear an opinion.