Mine are as follows:
Flying. I hate it! In fact when I fly to Vegas I make sure the bar on the plane is stocked!

I have had a childhood fear forever of being stabbed in the back. So while I sleep, no matter the weather, if I sleep on my tummy there is a blanket over my back. I'm not sure how a blanket would protect me from a knife wielding mad man...but so be it, LOL

I hate the ocean though. I once was sleepwalking and fell off a break wall (wtf are they called again? Lol) and there were sea urchins all over the rocks. You could see them. We had a bar there and I saw a lady wince in pain watching those needles be pulled out. Oh...and the islander who told me to get out of the water due to the barracuda swimming by us. Fuck the ocean!!! Unless I'm on the yacht!