The one dream that has stuck with me forever was really disturbing, in a "That could pretty easily happen not in a dream" way. Four burglars broke into our house, and shot my cat. He then proceeded to my baby sister's room (She's 9 now, this was about 8 1/2 years ago.) They then shot her, and began throwing gasoline on all the walls, on the electrical outlets, and setting dynamite everywhere they could. I woke up (In the dream) and smelled smoke, so I ran outside. My parents and two brothers didn't and they stayed inside. The burglars got into a black van and drove off, and I hear one of the peices of dynamite sizzle from outside. I yell "NOOOOOOOOO" in a Luke Skywalker fashion. Then, my dream freeze frames, with my house exploding, my family dying, and me crying because I know they're all dead. It was very, very vivid. Stuck with me my whole life.