Since the book "Frankenstein" was written based on a dream Mary Shelley had, I too have a dream that has impacted my life somewhat. It's silly, but it does mean a lot to me.
When I was seven, my family and I moved into the house we currently live in. Just like my old house, when I look out my bedroom window, I can see the driveway and street. Anyways, I had a dream that I initially looked out my new bedroom window into the new driveway, but saw my old driveway instead. An ice cream truck drives up, and my dad walks out of the house to buy me some ice cream. (By the way, in my dream, I am not outside.) As my dad approaches the ice cream truck, he sees it is packed with evil clowns, and they proceed to shoot him where he stands.
From this, I have a terrible fear of clowns.
The end.
