Bad dreams are a funny thing. They’re all really a matter of perspective. To me, dreaming of falling out of a plane with a malfunctioning parachute would easily qualify as a nightmare, but for Candace it was more of a wardrobe error. For a time, my childhood was somewhat plagued by nightmares that, looking back on, are quite silly. But people tend to be much more skeptical when they grow up, and the irrational phobias that once filled me with a primal terror just make me chuckle now. Oddly enough, however, my arachnophobia, which isn’t disabling, is worse now than it was when I was a boy! Go figure.