can be a nightmare you’ve had while asleep, or a laughably horrific imagined scenario. I used to tell people that mine was that I’d been somehow roped into attending an outdoor nickelback concert (fear) and that when ultimately forced to choose between sh****** myself and using a porta-potty (fear) I’d notice a wasps nest (fear) in the upper corner of the rancid bathroom box and panic, knocking the potty over in the process and breaking the two middle fingers of my left hand so that it’d end up cast in a ‘rock on’ gesture and when nickelback visited me in the hospital after hearing about my misfortune, they’d think I was the biggest fan and I’d end up on the news and everyone in the world would think that was true.