Well, there are dreams, and then there are dreams.. When I was just under two years of age... after just finished my last round of teething.. all my baby teeth had worked their way thru... I was accidentally poisoned by my several month older cousin.. he didn't mean to.. He'd just been playing with a cap gun (anyone too young to know what I mean?) AND his two year old cousin apparently spotted the shiny cap gun and wanted it.. so he obliged.. not knowing that the residue from the gun powder used in the caps could poison a child if said child plopped the business end in his mouth (which apparently many two year olds will do).. Long story short, this not quite 2 year old got a hi dose of poison residue.. in his not quite fully healed gums.. and the only way to save his miserable little life (or so it was thought at the time by a rural doctor) was to lance the gums, and remove all of the baby teeth surgically.. with little or no anestestic because docs were fearful baby go to sleep, baby not wakeup AND besides... children CAN'T recall/retain memories from before the age of 2..
Well, this baby recalls.. vividly at times.. in infinite detail.. ugly green hospital OR, big ugly man in white suit taking crying baby from his mother.. and PAIN!!!
Other VIVID memory of that is close up image of a syringe.. coming at me.. and to this day, a syringe can often make me pass-out at the mere sight of it. I've no problem with pain (not into mind you, but I can handle a fair amount) nor the sight of blood (mine or others)... but if a syringe sneaks up on me, lights out