lol. That's cute. :3 As for the supernatural, I can't say that I'm a believer but I don't necessarily disbelieve either. I think all the crap on TV like Ghost Hunters is fake, of course, that goes without saying. Simply put if nothing paranormal happens to me by the time I'm fifty I'll be like 'meh it ain't real' but I'm willing to give it a fair shake until then.
I had a lot of weird dreams and ideas as a kid. For example, I loved Ernest, but I also had the odd notion that he was also the boogeyman. No real reasoning behind it, but whenever I pictured the boogeyman, I'd inevitably think of Jim Varney. So when I was three or four - probably closer to four, I'd say - I had a dream that seemed quite real. I was sitting in the living room of our house - it was a small house. There was a kitchen attached to the living room, then a long hall with the room I shared with my older brother, a hall closet, the bathroom, and my parent's room at the very end - trying to read a magazine. It was either an issue of Nintendo Power or the Nintendo Game Encyclopedia, and I'm leaning towards the latter on that. After a few moments, the overhead light would go out, so I would get up to turn on the lamp beside me. The knob you turned was closer to the hall, so I'd have to circle around and be standing in the doorway to reach it.
When I turned it on, the lamp in my parent's bedroom would turn on as well, and within five seconds Jim Varney would lunge out of nowhere, grab me, and sprint down the dark hall to my parent's bedroom while mumbling incoherently... but when he reached the door, I'd be back in the living room, trying to read my damn magazine. The light would go out, and being four years old and not learning my lesson the first time, I'd turn on the lamp. Jim Varney, sprint, living room, light goes out, lamp goes on, Jim Varney, etc. This ridiculous sequence must have went on at least twenty or thirty times before I said the juvenile equivalent of 'f this' and put down the book when the light went out and left to go see what my brother was doing.
The NES was in my parent's bedroom, presumably so the two of us wouldn't stay up all night playing it when we should be asleep, and he was playing Little Nemo. Like all creepypasta involving videogames, this was a nightmare version of it, but not the blood and guts most of those stories tend to lean on. Just small, subtle details, like trees having jack-o-lantern faces or the the grass being more gray then green. More disquieting than out and out scary. Being a youngin', I got bored of watching him play quickly, but I didn't ask for the controller and instead headed back to my room to get some sleep - apparently even in a dream I got tired.
So guess who popped out and strangled me to death when I turned on the light in my bedroom? Yep, Jim Varney. So the dream reset once again, only this time I was in an attic our house didn't have watching my parents and brother through a small window as they packed up a last few cardboard boxes and drove off. I guess they were moving away, I don't really remember. I woke up after that part and that was pretty much it. The only other instance of a dream restarting several times I can think of is some weird dream where I was a private detective (don't ask) investigating my grandparent's abandoned house which was now, apparently, home to a pair of witches that ripped my arms off, resulting in my dying and a weird scene of my tombstone with a stone face speaking. I can't remember what it said now.
The weirdest thing about that second dream is that I woke up about seven times during the night, and each time I went back to sleep it would start from the beginning and get a little farther before I woke up. Odd. Since I've grown up my dreams are more ridiculous than strange, when I can remember them. :\
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