Children are impressionable and I was no exception.
My parents loved scary movies. They were very young and didn’t know any better, so they let me stay up late watching the movies with them. Since I didn’t like sleeping, enjoyed eating pretzels in my little rocking chair and being with my parents, I also was glued to the television.
I had a wild imagination.
I was and still am very easily scared.
Watching scary movies with my parents shouldn’t have ever happened.
Nightmares Under My Bed
As a child I had horrendous nightmares. Actually, I had the same recurring nightmares well into my late teens. I’m thinking that maybe maturity or hormones changed my brain which caused them to eventually stop. Whatever caused the nightmares to end, it was was a welcomed relief. Every once in awhile, I will have one of the nightmares again, but it is a very rare occurrence.
After watching the scary movies with my parents, most of the time we all went to bed at the same time. Occasionally, they would send me to bed before them. When that happened, I would have to walk down a dark hallway to get to my dark bedroom and get into bed.
It was traumatic.
I was terrified.
In order to get into bed, I would run down the hall and leap into my bed. The reason that I had to leap into my bed was because alligators lived under it along with the finger/toe collector. Yes, I had a very vivid nightmare that went like this…
When sleeping, my fingers and toes could not hang off the bed or the wicked witchy woman who lived in a room under my bed would cut them off. She would then put them in jewelry type cabinets along with all the other fingers and toes she had collected. The witchy woman had long, white frizzy hair with moles all over her face and I was so scared of her.
There was a trap door under my bed that was protected my very vicious alligators who did everything the witchy woman told them to do. So if I stood by my bed and didn’t leap into it, the alligators would bite my leg and drag me through the trap door and into the witchy woman’s home.
The witchy woman thought my dad was handsome, so one night she offered him a tour of her finger and toe collection. Dad agreed and with the alligators following us, the witchy woman led me and Dad into her home through the trap door under my bed.
After walking down a very long stairway that creaked under the weight of our steps, we stepped into a very large room lined with lighted cabinets on the walls and freestanding display cases throughout the room. Each lighted display case was filled with fingers and toes from children.
I was horrified.
Dad asked her why she wanted the collection and her only response was that it made her happy to see so many cute, young fingers and toes.
We walked through the display cases and looked at hundreds and hundreds of cut off fingers and toes. I was so terrified not only of the removed phalanges, but of the alligators that walked and swished behind us. I felt that at any moment one of the alligators was going to bite my leg.
Eventually we had walked through the whole room where we not only saw the fingers and toes, but also the sharp knives she used to chop them off of unsuspecting sleeping children.
When it was time to leave, we walked back up the creaking stairs. Upon reaching the top, the witchy woman looked directly into my eyes and said, “I’ll be waiting to add your fingers and toes to the collection.”
I wanted to scream, cry, throw up and run all at the same time.
Needless to say, I was pretty terrified of losing my precious phalanges. Therefore, I always had to run and leap into the bed. I also curled up into a little ball in the center of the bed to ensure that nothing hung off the bed. I didn’t want to have my fingers and toes chopped off in the middle of the night.
I can understand that scary movies probably led my mind to create this nightmare, but why it hung onto it for so long is totally baffling. Needless to say, I don’t like alligators that much and every once in awhile, I will have a reoccurrence of the alligator/witchy woman nightmare.
At night when it is time to turn in, I don’t run and leap into the bed anymore. I do, however, sleep smack dab in the middle of the bed because I don’t want my fingers and toes to hang off.
Crazy, huh? Did you have childhood nightmares and do you still dream them occasionally?
I wonder what this crazy dream means?