I had a dream for years when I was younger (3 to 4) about being a soldier being attacked by Zulu's. I'd seen the film, and it scared the hell out of me at the time, and I started having a recurring dream about getting attacked.

I am stood against a wall made of grain filled sacks aiming my rifle at the zulu's who are running towards me. There is one in particular who is running straight towards me. I reload and fire about three times, but miss. I am now starting to get more than a little nervous.

I reload again, but the zulu has reached the wall. He jumps up and scrambles on to the top of the wall. As I bring the rifle up to get him, he thrusts his spear into my stomach.

The dream would then end, and I would wake up. It used to freak me out as I could feel the spear in me, and see the hate in the zulu's eyes.

One day I got taught to shoot. It was by my Dad, with an air rifle. I had the dream again. I waited this time and held my fire until the zulu scrambled on the wall. Again he thrust the spear at me. Again it went in my stomach. This time he didn't get away with it, though because I puilled the trigger and shot him.

I never had the dream again. But I can still remember it in detail, and I'm 25 now.

Regards

Ric