Not that long ago, my warped mind just created the last five minutes of a nasty horror film, which culminated in a final battle between two women beating the hell out of each other in a dark abandoned warehouse, and somehow both drowning in translucent goo in what resembled a giant blood pack. It was nasty.

But that wasn't the strangest part. What made it so peculiar was that it actually had credits scrolling over it as their bodies were recovered. It was so lucid and inescapable that I was able to consciously read them before waking up (my medication at the moment has screwed around with my sleep patterns to allow for this to happen. It feels so weird.).