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    A Recurring Nightmare

    by , 07-31-2011 at 11:38 AM (875 Views)
    Hello DV community, this is a story of a recurring nightmare that occurred over time when I was young. First I'll set out the background.

    I watched Teletubbies growing up. Those round, TV bellied, aerial-on-head gods were the greatest thing in my childhood. I had the toys, the videos and I watched it every time possible. And one day, they showed and episode that stopped me watching Teletubbies. The Lion and Bear. If you Google "Teletubbies the lion and bear" you will find the controversial clip. There was a Lion, that chased this bear, roared so loud that the clouds moved and trees shook. The Teletubbies were scared. So who else was scared? You got it, their number one fan.

    The dream began with me on my bedroom floor. In reality, I wasn't far from the bed, but it felt like miles. I got up. My legs were weak, and they shook. Then I heard a growl I heard watching TV a few hours earlier. The world shook. Through my bedroom door came the Lion. (Somewhere in my subconscious I knew it's name was simply "Lion", not "The Lion") It came towards me at high speed. My room wasn't big, but images of the lion chasing the bear flashed in my mind. My heart raced. I couldn't talk. It hit me.

    I woke up, and ran through to my parents room.

    So, as I said, this dream was recurring. From then on I just curled up into a ball and never moved. But I couldn't wake myself up. Eventually my curiosity took over. I stood, and was mauled down again. These passed after some time. There was another dream involving Lion that occurred once, however.

    It began with a false awakening. I went downstairs, and at the table were two babushka dolls the size of people. I knew they were my mum and dad. Lion appeared. This was some time after the recurring dreams, I felt like I had some power over him. I pleaded for him to change them back, but he roared, and spoke. I had to make a promise to them.

    I looked at the doll that was my mum. I promised her that I would always do baking with her. (Baking cakes was a common thing she did, and offered me the opportunity to help but I always turned it down). I looked at my dad, who, at that time I wasn't exactly closest family with. I loved him, and he was my dad, but it just didn't feel right. So I looked at the corresponding doll and promised I'd always hug him. They changed, and I awoke. I lay in bed for some time thinking about that dream, but then I went to sleep.

    I think that last one may have been helpful... as I've always tried to help bake stuff and spend time with my dad. The babushka dolls probably appeared because my uncle had one but I thought it was creepy.

    Thanks for taking the time to read my first entry!

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