So I'm sitting here at 4 a.m., heart still pounding, trying to calm down. Just woke up with a nightmare. I was a teenager again, maybe 16 or so, still living at home. I was just about to get in bed when my mom came into my bedroom and told me that someone had broken in and was in the house. My grandmother was there for some random reason, but my dad was not around. We snuck into my brother's room and woke him up. We were all kind of standing around, petrified, trying to figure out what to do next when OHMYGOD I could hear loud breathing practically right next to me. I was in utter panic, stupidly trying to stay still so I wouldn't be discovered or noticed by whoever was doing the breathing. I woke up at this point, still confused and disoriented, but still with the loud breathing in my ear. My heart was beating wildly and I was completely frozen with fear. After a few seconds I woke up enough to realize that it was my husband, innocently sleeping next to me. Still, I couldn't even think about getting back to sleep right away, so I turned on every frickin' light in the place and went downstairs to check - no burglars! - and now I'm here posting.
I've had recurring nightmares about burglars breaking into my house since I can remember (see answer 36 to meme, below). Just - *shudder*. I'm a grown-up now (mostly) and that damn dream still has me on the verge of tears.