My dreams are actually really sweet. I kind of feel lucky that way, after reading about all of your terrible dreams on here, I was nervous that it was catching or something. But all things considered, I like mine. I get adopted by ghosts that look a lot like my parents, but since they can't leave the graveyard to get me food, a vampire named Silas helps with that. And I'm loved. It could've ended up a lot worse for me, but someone loved me enough to sing me to sleep every night and watch me in the mornings and make sure that my stomach was full. That's a big deal to me.
My dreams really just make me hug Mum and Dad, honestly.