I had this one dream when I was 12 having to do with the Carrie movies. I would be trapped in this maze of a house, and no matter how hard I tried, I could not avoid her. She would keep blowing me up with a bazooka, and I would get this dreadfully horrid feeling but wouldn't die. Scary music would start to play and a curtain would fall on me, snapping my neck. I was in agony, but still alive. It kept happening over and over but with different weapons and scenarios in where I moved in the house. That was scary shit 7 years ago.