As a young child – around the age of 5-6 years, I dreamt of being on top of the building I lived at in Queens. I was actually on the roof's edge directly above one of the windows of my apartment. As I looked down, I saw a dense fog obscure the ground.

Then somehow, I fell off of the building. I plummeted about four stories...

I found myself on the concrete ground, unhurt, surrounded by fog. I was stunned at what had happened. I rose to my feet, and everything started to fade.

This was one of the scariest dreams I've had as a child, but at the same time, one of the most awesome. There's nothing like falling off a building, hitting the concrete, and getting up uninjured!

When I was a child, I had an amazing dream. This dream was so amazing, that I still remember it with great clarity to this day.

The sky is a deep red, stained with black volcanic ash. A nearby volcano erupts violently, belching ash and releasing rivers of molten lava. The earth rumbles with frequent earthquakes. Many bolts of lightning arc across the sky, brightly illuminating the landscape.

I had a very strange dream last night. Somehow, my house key was discovered to work with a lock at two locations other than my home - the first place a 1-story building (resembling a small warehouse) that contained an item that I strongly desired (in the dream, anyway) - A Project A-Ko JAMMA board. The second was across the street - a very wide street, maybe 8-10 lanes, a larger 2-3 story building, with a door that seemingly went nowhere. The strange thing was that in order to open the small building's door, I had to first turn the key in the lock of the door of the larger building. I would then have a very small window (about 10-20 seconds) to get across the street and use the same key to open that lock. Otherwise, the lock wouldn't open - similar to needing 2 keys and 2 people to launch a nuclear missile.

I was born and raised in New York City – in Queens to be exact. When I was about 7-8 years old, I noticed that I couldn’t hear very well in my right ear. Being the naive child that I was, I assumed that I was deaf in my right ear. I had been to several medical checkups over the years, and the doctors never told me anything about my right ear. I even took hearing tests, and somehow passed them! I learned to get used to the muffled hearing from my right ear. But I never liked it.