Omg, since healing a lot of childhood trauma my nightmares have been so tame it's been amusing to wake up and realise they were probably supposed to have been scary. I feel like I'm constantly being a Gary Stu to myself.

"You're overrun by scary unkillable man eating monsters while on The Wrong Train in this huge and disgusting Rotten House, what do you do? Do you cry? Do you panic? Wanna run in slow motion or die?"

"Okay, no, I open the wall next to me and it's stuffed with cake. I eat the cake. All the monsters turn into gold rings that grant magic powers and now the only nightmare is that the delicious cake in my hands is making it hard to pick up all the golden rings"