Normally I don't dream, or don't remember them at all. Thankfully. But, when I was like 16 I had to have my wisdom teeth removed. No big deal, except I had this old school dentist who decided I didn't need to go to the hospital and be put under anesthesia. He had me come in and he preformed it in his office with local anesthetic. I know what it feels like to be tortured! No matter how much he used I could still feel everything ("I already used 2 and a half bottles. Your gums are too swollen to even take any more!") And they had to be broken into pieces to be extracted. This involved him standing over me, sweating, with a hammer and a pick-like instrument. Needless to say, a couple years later I started having these re-occuring nightmares where all my teeth would fall out. It would just be me, standing there, and would end with me spitting bloody mouthfuls of my molars into my hands. It was when my parents were going through divorce, and they subsided after all was said and done. Those are my only true, wake-up in a sweat nightmares. Thank you Dr Kirkwood.