I remember having a few, JW scare tactics must have inbedded themselves into me.
I remember one. I was downstairs in my front room when all of a sudden the ground started to rumble and the sky turned from pitch black to red. Hailstones and fire started crashing down from heaven and people started rushing into the streets.
It scared the shit out of me, I remember looking around for my dad but he along with my brother and sister were amoungst those that were outside, burning to death because they had left the borg or held no interest in it at all.
I woke up and as a result redoubled my efforts in the service, and I think I even gave three answers at the Watchtower which was extreemly unlike me. From that moment on I always feared the day I had to part with the rest of my family when God's day came, knowing I was safe at the Kingdom Hall and my family were burning to death elsewhere.
But the biggest dream of them all lasted 20 years, when I dreamt that one day it would actually happen.