
As a kid, I was somewhat afraid of my mom. These feelings came through in a dream I had about her.
She was standing in the doorway of my bedroom, holding my shoulders & baring vampire fangs at me. She'd try to bite me, then bare her fangs at me again & again.
The scenery was exactly as my bedroom was, making it very lifelike.
When I related it to her years later, she responded by saying basically that the problem lie with myself.