Birds. My nightmare. The way I remember it, I was a little kid in a large amusement park. I was minding my business eating an ice cream cone. I think it was vanilla. But that might not be true since strawberry is my preference. Anyway, there I was minding my own business when this bird comes and starts flapping its wings on the top of my head. That bastard! Why would he do that to a poor innocent child. Did he want my ice cream? Did I somehow offend him? Whatever the reason, I am now scared of these devils of the air. And don't get me wrong, I've tried to overcome this fear. My girlfriend (now wife) had a bird back in high school. I tried to love it. I tried to let it chill on me, but that bird was evil. So birds - my nightmare.