When I was about three. I used to dream about a boot of a car. I had to keep shutting it because of evil cats. My Mum was always there. She was not standing with me. She was at a distance. It was all ok until, I kept dreaming I was in the back seat of a car before the car crashed my guts would fall out. There was three men in the car. A man would laugh evil before the car spun out of control or my guts fell out; I would say STOP! before that happened. After a while of dreams repeating I gave up saying anything. I guess it could be psychological but I never had a nervous stomach. Not during the day anyway only in my dreams. I can still remember the feeling in my stomach. I hated spinning around. You know those dreams before you hit the ground except this was different some how. I wish they didn't take my stomach. It felt horrible.