I had a bad dream last night, but they never scar me anymore. I'm barely ever frightened by them now. Which honestly kind of sucks. I was in some rural country that felt like Africa, with my father, and we had something that we were running away from people with. Suddenly as we were going through a meadow like area, we got surrounded by a lot of warlord looking dudes. They drove up in several trucks and started attacking us with any number of hand to hand weapons. We split up and started fighting them off. I probably fought off like 5 of them myself before they started attacking me with children, which is when it got worse. I remember yelling at them to put down the weapons before I had to do something I would regret, and most of them backed off at that point. This sort of thing went on for awhile.