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I used to only sleep on my back because I thought I would break my ribs if I slept on my stomach.
When I was in middle school, I had a huge final exam that I DID NOT want to study for. I thought about how people say, "sleep on it," and I put all of my notes from the whole year under my pillow instead of preparing for it. I got a B+ on my test. I still wonder if this worked; although I was a really good student...LOL
I used to believe that a dream catcher really made nightmares go away.
My sister, she couldn't sleep unless the bedroom door was left open .... *I* dreaded sleep, huddled under the blanket, staring at the black darkness of the stairwell beyond the door, fearful of what might slowly emerge ... (in my mind?)
When I was little and I would not go to sleep, by daddy said the ginger haired Sam-Monkey, would get me, he lived in the garden shed. I never found out what it was but I always went to sleep.
I learned the prayer "Now I lay me down to sleep..." to say at bed time, but the line "If I should die before I wake" disturbed me greatly and I was convinced I might die before I woke, so I started trying to sleep as stiff and strait with my arms at my side like the dead.
Up until age eight, I thought that nightmares always took place in your room next to your bed. One time I was talking to my mother and my friend and I prefaced a thought with, "You know how nightmares always appear on the side of your bed?" and they both looked at me like I was insane.
I used to think when i fell asleep kidnappers would come and take me from my bed, and my brothers would joke with me and say they would fight off the badguys and let them take me. So everynight I would pray and ask God to send angels to protect me, if i didn't, i wouldn't be able to sleep!
I used to believe that when I went to sleep I would climb out the window and go flying. It was so real and I could see for miles. So at school after this I would jump off walls with a brolley trying to do it again.
I think to be honest I still fly in my sleep.
my older sister told me that at night you would get sucked into the tv, and walk through the different channels. In the morning you would wake up and remember, and that was how we remembered dreams!
I used to have this terrible fear that if I fell asleep, I would forget to breathe and die. I would sit there all night (or, as much of the night as I could), trying to stay awake so I didn't die.
I used to worry that I might die while sleeping because my heart and lung would stop cause I wasnt awake to make sure they would still beat and I would still breathe.
When my sister and I were little, we took the expression "Go to sleep" literally. We thought that when we would go to bed, the bed would become a car and take us to a place called sleep. I remember we laid awake one night talking about what it was like when our bed would take us there and what it would be like. I believe we had a water bed at the time, and when you rolled over, it moved. It was cool.
When I was little I used to think that night-time air was acidic so I always used to hide unders my covers, hoping that it wouldn't burn me. I was a weird kid!
back when my mom, my dad, my aunt, my uncle and myself lived with my grandparents my parents and i shared a room. anyway, one night i had a dream where i was whispering "mona" behind my bed and then the ceiling fan began to spin really fast and my mom turned into a monster and my aunt came to rescue me. needless to say i am scared to death of ceiling fans and with every house that we have lived in where a ceiling fan was in my room, it was removed because of my fear for them.
i thought split personalities were like having dreams. the dreams i had were all my personalities!
I used to think that when people are asleep, they dont breathe, like when they are dead. I would hold my breath everynight until I either passed out, or fell asleep from boredom of trying to hold my breath.
I used to think that dreams were events that really happened, I just couldn't remember them when I was awake.
I used to believe that if you let your arm hang over the bed while you were sleeping all the blood would go away from it and it would fall off. I still get scared about that.
I thought that if any part of my body was outside of the covers when I went to bed someone would come and chop it off. So, I would line the sides of the bed all the way down to the head with stuffed animals so I would be protected!
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