->Arrow

Oh honey, if you only knew how many different recurring nightmares I had growing up... and still now as an adult. I am a psychic mess.

When I was growing up in the 1970s the biggest bogeyman that was flashed all over the pop culture/tv was Bigfoot. I would dream he was coming after me. The version I kept having the most was one where I was at my aunt and uncle's home in the US. They had a lot of cats (mostly feral ones that lived in the woods) and one - Calico - who had habituated to the house was meowing out on the front entrance. I would open the door to let her in and all she would do was spin and meow in front of the door. Then I could hear this very deep thudding noise and Calico would take off into the woods. Scared, I then would close the door, lock it, and run to lock the backdoor. The thudding got louder and when I looked out the front window, this big hairy thing vaulted over the longfence between the road and part of the front lawn. I went and hid in my aunt and uncle's room, in their closet, which was in two parts on either side of their bed, closed with curtains. The thudding got louder and louder, I could hear the door break open and all this crashing, and the thing scrabbled down the hallway...

Then silence. I held my breath, squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to make any noise. It seemed like hours passed before I felt ok to breathe, and when I let out my shaky breath, the curtains whipped open and the thing was there, growling.

I always woke up before I could scream.

I was a pretty fucked up kid.