Here's a long one because it requires a bit of back story for explanation...
When I went to high school I lived in the Shawnee National Forest area in Southern Illinois. Back then I was a real "Christian Crusader". Anyway, during the summer months gypsies and paganists would come to the woods and have camps and what-not. During the day, when they were at their hotels and sleeping, my friends and I would take axes, saws and sledge-hammers to the woods and destroy their altars and stuff.
So one weekend my friend and I were driving around in the area where we knew one of the camps was. He lost control and we wound up in a ditch. We went to a nearby house for help (which wound up being a freaky experience as it was, but that's another story). So that night when I slept, I dreamed about the crash but...
(Here's the actual dream kiddies)
instead of going to the house, we saw a light in the woods, so we decided to go see if one of them had a truck and could help us get the car out of the ditch. When we got to the area where the light was, we could see there was a large clearance, but we couldn't identify how it was lit up. There were men standing in a circle wearing white robes with hoods but one had on a red robe and hood (picture the KKK). So as we're standing there looking around, the man in red picks up a cat by the scruff of the neck. The men to his left and right turned and each took a hold of the cat's body. The man in red then pulled out a large knife and cut the cat's head off and threw it into the middle of the circle, when it landed it was looking right at me with it's mouth agape. The men then proceeded to remove their hoods, and they passed the cat's body around the circle and spread the blood where their faces should have been (yes there were no faces). When they body got back around to the man in red, he held it above his head and chanted something. At that point a pentagram of fire ignited in the circle. I looked at the cat's head again and it told me to, "STOP DESTROYING MY ALTARS".
No lie... I woke up sweating and scarred shit-less! But I heeded the advice from the dead cat head. i never went to the woods again with that purpose.
