I haven't had a real nightmare in awhile. But usually it's that I'm trying to run away from someone, but something's wrong with my legs so I'm in slow motion. It's the most annoying thing ever. Especially when I'm trying to run away from sharks.

Last night, though, I dreamed I was in the kitchen with my dad and he said something like, "Hmm, your face is breaking out." Not exactly scary, but sort of! But it isn't so it's okay.