Like, "There's a serial killer in my house!"
Last night I was doing laundry in the basement at 3 am* when I started thinking how scary it would be to meet a serial killer and then I started psyching myself out because I was convinced there was actually a serial killer in my house at that very moment and what's more he was standing right behind me! So, to avoid capture and because I'm a rational human being, I raced up the stairs to my bedroom, locked my door and dove into bed. Because pillows and blankets are the best defense against murderous villains.
Or villainous murderers.
And so I'm shivering with fright in my bed when I come to the gross realization that I will have to leave the security of my room to go out there! With the murderer! To brush my teeth!
The fear of plaque overrode the fear of serial killers so out I ventured. And survived.
Later, as I drifted off to sleep, I wished for one day I could just have a normal brain.
*I'm slightly insomnia-ish.