They lived in tight rows of wooden houses, and fire was a constant 'dread'.
She 'dreaded' making speeches in front of large audiences.
I 'dread' the day I will have to leave my friends.
(..) - Backed up by murder. - Oh, God. - You hate me. You hate me. - No. I don't hate you. I dread you. I did what I could, Kay, to protect all of you from the horrors of this world. But you became my horror. The children still love you, though. Especially Mary. That's something. (..)1990 The Godfather Part III