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Pirates of the Caribbean 2 and 3?

I had an anxiety dream once that I was crawling a ventilation shaft and got stuck. So being locked in/buried alive I think is my main one. I blame Quentin Tarantino.

And then there's:
Insects that sting
Seaweed that touch me when I swim
Pissed off subscribers from my days as a paperboy (they haunt me to this day)
Oversleeping

Getting old and helpless.

People that have no business owning a gun walking around with one like a vigilante.

bees are cute, their fluffy and stuff.

wasps and hornets are completely different.
wasps are smaller than bees, they are also yellow.
hornets, on the other hand, are feth HUGE PEICES OF gak, and are orange.

I had the fun of having a swarm of yellow jackets build a nest in the hay bales. Only got stung three or four times attaching a tow chain to the two bales which made up the vast majority of their nest. They are nasty little devils.

I used to be scared of heights, then I worked on roofs.
I can't swim, but I've built rafts and boats as a kid.
Hating been penned in, didn't stop me from going under ground to work.
Death is ok.
Been totally paralyzed is scary.

Heights (even getting on a chair to change a lightbulb is iffy, but I think it's more the fear of falling and injuring oneself more than the fear of actually being up high).

Spiders.

Needles.

People wielding sharp objects near me or seeming to use them in a way that I believe they could end up injuring themselves; I can't watch people cut things against their thumb, for instance.

Pain, or rather sharp-feeling pain. I can tolerate throbbing or pounding pain like backache or headaches, but anything that involves piercing the skin... nope. Bruises I can deal with, cuts I cannot. On a morbid note, it's that fear that's stopped me self-harming; without it I don't doubt I'd have ended up trying it.

Social anxiety, including but not limited to a fear of speaking to people over the phone (more prevalent with strangers), a fear that I'll have a panic attack in public, a fear that I'll experience some other mental disturbance in public (such as forgetting a crucial word during speech, an action that still causes me to exhibit sudden surges of anger followed by being uneasy doing anything else but sitting quietly for a length of time), a fear that I'll be unable to cope with people's expectations combined with a fear that I'll be unable to suitably convey my difficulties with the task(s) assigned to me and/or a fear that whomever I'm telling won't understand. I'm going to assume you get the idea.

Living out my life alone. That's not so much living out my life in physical solitude as it is living a life without even a reciprocated sense of companionship.

That my life will be ruled by mental illness. I've experienced my own illness first-hand, and far worse ones about as close to first-hand as second-hand can get. I don't want to be that way, and I would save such a fate for only the very worst of my enemies, if anyone.

Dentists. (See, we're getting back into more 'normal' territory, now.)

Being faced with an no-win scenario, or at least a decision where the lesser evil is only lesser because there is a worse one, not necessarily because such an evil is tolerable.