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I can't remember exactly, but I had a fuckton of really awful nightmares. One of my less terrifying experiences look like: turning on a tap to wash the hundreds of cockroaches crawling on my face, only for more to come out of the tap, and some Kerrigan lookalike phasing through walls and absorbing anything organic.
I was being very brave, trying to be perfectly stoic, and not showing any signs of pain, as the drill went deeper and deeper into my tooth. Something was VERY wrong, and the pain just keept getting exponentially worse, and I didn't know if it would end at all, I just stayed quiet somehow until the operation was complete.
That experience was so horrible, I stopped being brave about almost anything after that. Every time I'd hear a drill nearby from someone doing home renovation nearby, I will grind my teeth and cringe. I had a syncope after being give an anesthetic, as the needle pushed me over the edge from the dread I was feeling (and again, hiding).
There's also drowning in your own blood from reflux, wondering if I fucked up the wound where my wisdom tooth was removed, and the bleeding would just not stop, and I was getting basically waterboarded every few seconds, because the blood made me nauseous.
Drinking vinegar, realizing I fucked up, then thinking I'm going to die from it.
I guess that's it.
EDIT: Cat hitting the gate, making me think someone was coming when I was uh...indisposed is one xD