I had a dream last night that I was eight months pregnant and needed an abortion because my life was at risk. Quite the nightmare, I must say.
Just remembered another one I had. I was Natalie Wood's character in Rebel Without a Cause, and we were swimming toward the abandoned mansion. I heard my parents chasing me (not my real parents, but instead some classy 1950s folks), and decided to hide in a closet in one of the rooms there. My parents entered the room, and I heard my mom insist they check the closet. Rather than actually opening the closet door and looking inside, my dad took a machine gun and fired it through the door. "See, there's no one in there," he insisted. I stood there in horror, my heart pounding at how close I'd come to getting shot. My parents sat down in the room to discuss where else they may find me, and I decided this would be a good time to eat a snack. I conjured a bag of Doritos and opened it, and the loud noise brought my parents to open the closet door and find me inside. I was disappointed that they'd found me. Clever one, I am.