First time (of about +300) stories read where I've genuinely got a tingle down my spine. Terrifying.

This is not a ghost story, but also quite messed up - relating to disturbing recurring dreams. When I was between 4/5yo - I know this to be the exact age because we lived in this province for only those years of my life - I had a recurring nightmare almost every night for most of that time, I would say 6 months at least.

My brother (4yo older) was helping my dad move large, round cement stepping stones to make a path through the garden. To do this, they would roll the stones down the driveway, over our powder blue Renault 5, from front to rear, to the front of the garden where they were being placed.

I kept asking my dad to let me help and he kept saying 'no, you're a too small'. After a while I decided I'd prove I could do it so I rolled one up on to the car, but when I got it on to the window it was too heavy. My dad saw it about to fall and ran to help but the stone fell before he could get to it, shattering into thousands of sharp shards that pierced his eye balls.

Eyes bloodied and bulging, he screamed out furiously in pain through this raspy, not-dad-like voice, shouting; what have you done! And proceeded to chase me all round the yard for the rest of my dream with blood pouring from his eyes, trying to kill me.

My dad is my personal hero, there was never abuse in my childhood that justifies this persistent nightmare. I have long pondered the dream and I assume it relates to my feelings of inadequacy to my father (at the time) as such a small child, being that my brother was persistently better than me at everything, but it makes it no less frightening at that age.

I do think, however, it taught me to become very self sufficient. I taught myself to tie shoelaces in that year (tho I still tie them the same today which looks depressingly retarded), ride a bicycle within a day, and then went on to ride my brothers 50cc off-road scrambler the following week. Silver lining and all that jazz, I suppose?