I had this dream when I was little, so I'm not changing the date down there at the bottom cuz I can't remember what it was. I'll just change the year. It's weird how vivid this one still is for me.
I was sitting in a clear-plastic play-tent in my living room, playing with my doll (one of those very real-looking baby dolls). My dad walked into the living room, smiled at me, and then walked over to his recliner, which was facing away from me, and picked up the newspaper and started reading. I looked back at my doll, and it was coming towards me with a plastic knife (that's the part that makes me think of the movie Childs Play) and I started screaming and hitting the sides of the tent, yelling for my dad, but I guess he couldn't hear me. Then I just woke up before anything happened.