I had a dream about running in an all metal field, then I heard a nostalgic sound and walked towards it. It turns out it was a music box. I pick it up and I hear a girl speak to me, she said "Heh heh heh! I guess I have him!" The voice pierced through me! I fell down and I was in a broken toy box and was being attacked by little toys. JUST LIKE IN CHUCKIE!
I had a dream I was in a zombie apocalypse, and had to pee. So I went to the bathroom, and when I stepped out, there was a zombie in the hallway. I locked myself in the bathroom, knowing it was going to break through the door, and contemplated how I would commit suicide. I'd rather drown in the bathtub than be eaten alive.
Writer's Block: When you've put your characters through so much, they eventually go on strike.