She’s Laughing

I don’t really remember having nighmares in the past couple of decades. I remember dreaming that I was searching for a bathroom when I was about seven years old. I kept having to run up wooden winding staircases. When I got to the top, there’d be a door. When I went thru it, another winding staircase. Finally, after what seemed like hours, I got to the top of all of the staircases. Inside the top room was a bathroom. When I went to the bathroom in the dream, I woke up in a wet bed.

Not a good dream, huh? Certainly not a nightmare, but not a good dream, either.

When I was in high school, I saw one of the Friday the 13th movies, I don’t remember which one. It’s the only Friday the 13th movie I’ve ever seen. I don’t remember having nighmares, but I did sleep on the floor in my parents’ bedroom one night because I was scared of going to sleep.

I’ve not seen many scary movies, actually. That experience is probably why. Plus, since I’m divorced, I’d not want to be a scaredy-cat when I’m supposed to be a brave adult here with my children.