I sometimes dream my own story.

“Do you remember your bad dream, from this morning?”

“…No. No, wait, yes I do. I dreamed you were a robot. A Von Neumann!”

“That’s right. You were shaking all over, and you kept saying, ‘They’re taking over! They’re taking over!’ I reached over to wake you up, and you were terrified of me.” A pause. “…Have you been writing scary scenes before bed, again?”