When I was a toddler, I used to have nightmares about vacuum cleaners chasing me - I thought they wanted to eat me.
Later on and sporadically through all my life I would often have this bizarre dream about going into the basement of a large house that we somehow owned and finding all the old vacuums our family owned over the years. Finding them in the dream would give me some sense of peace that they were not lost and still in our posession.
