I've only had one, back when I was around 6 or 7. In the dream, the Furby was working together with this...five-foot rabbit coat stand I had in my room (I was absolutely terrified of the thing. Just thinking about it makes me shiver). I remember walking around my house, looking for my parents, only to realize nobody was there. After checking all the rooms in the house, I finally checked the garage in desperation. The garage was completely empty except for the rabbit coat hanger and the furby in the middle. The floor was soaked in lighter fluid, and blood was splattered everywhere. I believe there may have been a few corpses, too. I still remember it vividly. No idea why I would have such a twisted dream like that when I was young.