[Dead Monky]

The turtle-bugs. I very, very rarely remember my dreams, but one which has stuck with me over the years was one in which I was an invisible, immaterial observer floating through a forest in which all my friends and family members were running away from and being killed by these weird little monsters about the size of a large dog that looked like a cross between a turtle and an insect.

Also, faceless people. Nobody ever has a face in my dreams. It creeps me out.