I was deathly afraid vampires were going to sneak into my house at night and give me the S U C C. So I used to sleep with a pillow around my neck, as if ol’ Count Drac couldn’t just yank the pillow away. I also fully believed vampires couldn’t come inside unless invited in but that logic didn’t get in the way of me still believing they were going to break in somehow.

  • Umechan [he/him]@hexbear.netEnglish
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    1 year ago

    Not an actual fear of something that would happen, but there was a nightmare I had when I was a young Christian boy (around 5-7 years old) that terrified me.

    I dreamt that I got separated from my mother while we went shopping, got lured into hell by a demon, and placed into a contraption that turned me into Satan’s second-in-command. I remember growing horns and doing an evil laugh the moment before I woke up.

    I was borderline traumatized. I talked to my preacher father about it, but said I saw it happen to someone else, as I didn’t want him to imagine that happening to his son. But now, as a middle-aged queer atheist, I embrace my role as Satan’s loyal devotee, even if I don’t understand what I did to move up the ranks so quickly.