When I was a little kid, I had a nightmare that I still vividly remember to this day.
Okay, so, in this dream I'm in my childhood home (which was a tiny little modular house that was pretty much a trailer without the wheels). I'm laying in bed and I hear this weird buzzing noise. I get up to follow it to my parents bedroom, where the buzzing grows louder and louder. I peer into the room from behind the doorframe and see this gigantic bodybuilder dude (seriously, he made Arnold Schwarzenegger at his peak look like a waifish hipster by comparison) wearing jeans and a white tanktop with his back to me, rifling through my parent's dresser. Suddenly, the buzzing stops. The roid-man turns to me and to my horror his head is that of a gigantic bumble bee! The buzzing starts up again, louder and more furious than ever before and he starts chasing me down the hall. I toss a dining room chair in his path and it slows him down a little bit, giving him a nice blue ichor-dripping gash on his shin which seems to only piss him off more.
I beat feet out to a treehouse in my front yard (my real childhood front yard had no such treehouse, but it did in my dream) and I hide. The bumble bee-headed bodybuilder guy bursts out of my front door and that's when I woke up. Maybe this explains why I was always afraid of bees....