When I walk home late at night I'm not afraid of robbers, rapists, drunk drivers... I'm afraid of meteorites. I'm afraid a meteorite will fall on my head and kill me.
And it's kind of funny 'cause I never dream about meteorites hitting my head, I never dream about slaying vampires or sailing off to far away places. I dream about going grocery shopping, or sitting in lectures. Things like that.
And so I wonder what to make of this.