I'd take it back when I said that I'm am never scared in my nightmares.

I was riding top speed on a motorcycle evading someone who is chasing me. There was an exit to a ramp that I was going to take, but I missed the exit and ended up crashing right into an overpass, and my motorcycle burst into flames. I didn't feel any pain, but I casually noted to myself that I was on fire. Later on in the hospital, my friend from college Larkin Hood, was standing next to me in my hospital bed. She said, wow, your back looks just like one of those giant pork rinds you sell on your web site!

She then proceeded to peel off the entire back of my body's skin, at which point I screamed in terror.