I just remembered that when I was with a bunch of kids on a camping trip we slept out under the stars one night at Allegheny S.P., and I was having this weird dream about being crushed to death or something. I groggily started waking up and could feel a heavy weight on my chest. I grumped at the guy on my right side, but he said it wasn't him, and ditto for the dude sleeping to my left. I opened my eyes to see this shadowy mask-wearing figure planted on my chest and staring deeply into my eyes. You can probably still hear the echoes from my yell. Good times.
Glad I didn't know about the rabies. That would've been the last straw.