When I was around five or six I had a dream that has stuck with me ever since because it felt so real and I had such an emotional attachment to it. It was only years later I realised what it was. I dreamt of two people, and it was like watching a movie, but I knew the woman was me somehow. They were Native Americans (I'm on a completely different continent so I had no knowledge of who they could be at the time) and they were in love but it was adultery. They were taken down to a river and tied to trees and these huge ants descended on them. They were both screaming and crying but she (me) didn't worry about the pain, she mourned for him. It was the strangest dream, and I wouldn't have had any knowledge of any of the details from any other source at that age (as in, I wouldn't have seen it on TV or read about it) that it could have been in my subconscious from any other way as a memory. A very strong, very upsetting memory.