Not even remotely funny but...
some years ago my parents owned a flat near Dungeness. We stayed there over christmas one year. I must have been about thirteen.
I remember waking up, I felt like I couldn't breathe and someone was sitting on my back forcing my head down and pushing something into the back of my head. I went back to sleep but remembered this dream vividly in the morning.
Some days later I came across a news story from that day, at the time it was quite a famous case, there was a paper boy murdered that morning, he was found face down in a ditch shot in the back of the head.
(Vinegar strokes Should know better on, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 12:45, Reply)