That night, he was awoken by a bad dream. He woke up in a sweat. He smelled ash, smoke, and cinder. He vaguely remembered people speaking French, a riot of them, holding pitchforks and clubs. He, along with several others, were tied to the stake with fires built underneath them. They were being burnt alive! At that time, he wrote it off to watching too many monster movies on the television. Especially Frankenstein, the Werewolf, and Vampire movies. All of which fascinated him greatly. He’d pretend he was asleep and watch monster movies all night long without his parents knowing. He was addicted to movies and cinema. Little did he know how much of an obsession that would be in later years.