On dreams.
My dreams ( that I remembe) always seem to have a common theme. I am chased. Men in suits have invaded my school ( I hide in the bathroom while my friends fight them off. It doesn't save me.) A libarian who I am quite fond of invades my home and tries to kill me. I had in a closet for quite a while, before finally drowning the librarian in a river. A serial killer is threatening the son of my mom's best friend. I run the other way and leave him to die. A few streets away, I realize what I have done and run back. Halfway through a dream I remember that I've had this one before. The first time, I managed to emerge victorious.This time, I fail.
When I was young, about three or four. I had a constant reeccuring dream. In one, I am in a lakeside cabin at night, when a werewolf with an axe comes to hunt me down. I run and run until I am at the docks. The werewolf chops off my head, and the dream ends. (The odd things is that I remember quite vividly that at that time I had no clue what a werewolf was.)