I haven’t had a dream I remembered in years, but I do distinctly remember a dream I had as a kid.

Some… Dr Suess book? Features basically an animated, living pair of pants.

The night after I read it, I basically had a horror movie dream (hadn’t seen any horror movies yet)… basically I tried to open my dresser and get ready for school, the pants burst out of the dresser, knocked me over, and I ran through an infinite hallway with the pants chasing me.

In summary, my Freddy Kruger is a pair of jeans.