My father hates me. For this reason, he went out and bought one of the medchips that you embed in your brain, and modified it before putting it in my while I was asleep. Normally, the medchips are supposed to report to doctors what medication would be most helpful. In this case, it also reported to him what would hurt me the most, and how close I was to death.

I somehow managed to discover that he had done this, and decided to run away. My next memory was running away from him through a field and hiding under a bridge that went across a chasm.

I was officially creeped out by that dream.