When I was a child I used to have this recurring dream. Actually it wasn't exactly a dream because I sometimes experienced it while awake as well. It was more like a feeling of fear and of "wrongness". Part of this feeling was centered around my fingers - they seemed to be too large to be able to do the things I wanted to do with them, but simultaneously too small to have an effect on the world. I wonder if this was part of my brain's getting used to the new sizes of my fingers as I grew. Another part of it was being chased downhill by a rolling boulder (and being unable to stop it because my fingers were too small, and simultaneously being unable to pick it up because fingers were too large and crude) only the entire scene was in 2D. It was very strange and even more surreal than a normal dream. Unlike most dreams, I can vividly remember how it made me feel even though I haven't had the dream for many years.