When I was young, I had a tendency to sleep walk, and often times my dreams would have me die at my final location. Some of the most frequent however were outside my closet, by a big blue furry monster who ate me up in one gulp and then said in a low grumbly voice "MMMmmmm, tastes like_____" and the ___ would be the last food I ate. Then I would wake up on the ground near my closet, 5ft away from my bed, and the closet door open.
As I aged this progressively became worse, occasionally I would wake up before the monster appeared, pitch black in my room but clearly next to my open closet...
Then I learned to vivid dream and I shot that motherforgeter with a bazooka. That was a pretty interesting morning.
