Do you want a window into the scary part of my brain? Here it is.

Last night I had a dream that some kind of spirit/ghost thing needed to sleep in my room.  I knew it was going to sleep in my room and I needed to give it a blanket of its own otherwise it would lie under my blanket with me.  I woke up and realized that I had to act fast before this ghosty/spirit/zombie thing came and slept in my bed.  Somewhere in my brain I knew it was a completely harmless ghost that just wanted somewhere to sleep, but the thought of seeing the blankets next to me form around a person that wasn't there was just too much.  My solution was to put my second blanket on the floor at the foot of my bed.  There!  Nice bed for the spirit/ghost/zombie/child thing and it's out of my sight.  I get to fall back asleep pretending it's not there!

So my question is, what on earth is wrong with my brain?  I mean, I know, I get scared easily.  I really really do.  Mostly because they are definitely real and if you tell me they are not I will point to the funny feeling I have at my back RIGHT NOW just THINKING about them and you will not be able to deny that because FEELINGS ARE FACTS.

I can't even watch PREVIEWS for movies like The Exorcist.  It's so bad that even the cartoon bunny version of The Exorcist* scared me a little bit.  So yes, even the slightest suggestion that some spirit, malevolent or not, is nearby will make me really really scared and I will do anything I can to keep it away.  Anything includes sleeping with a night-light at the age of 16, changing bedrooms with my little brother because his room is in front of the house and then streetlight will come into my window and I won't have to sleep with a night-light anymore and will not have to be so embarrassed all the time, and apparently making a bed for a ghost on the floor at the foot of my bed.

If this was just a funny story about a dream I had this would be one thing, but I actually woke up fully, and arranged a blanket at the foot of my bed so I wouldn't have to lie in bed next to a ghost.  This is no longer a funny story, but a picture of some kind of disorder.  Unfortunately, my undergraduate degree in psychology is failing me here.

I'm pretty sure at this point I am not a danger to myself or others, so no serious psychological help needs to be done, but this can't be healthy.  If I was the type of person to EVER the the letters "f" "m" and "l" in succession, I would do so.  Right now.

PS: As I was typing this either my landlord walked past my window or a ghost did or I am really freaking out and seeing things because I totally jumped.  YEESH!

*I totally tried looking up that video on youtube because I'm pretty sure the average person would find it cute and hilarious and I found it mostly funny and secretly pretty scary.  Unfortunately when I typed "the exorcist with bunnies" into youtube the first video that came up had a face that I'm pretty sure wasn't Linda Blair's but still looked like it was kind of possessed and I had to make it go away fast before I started getting nightmares.

Update: On my "edit posts" page that lists everything posted thus far this post title is truncated to "do you want a window into the scary part of my bra..." which to me is just hilarious.  I'm not sure which part is the scary part of my bra, but chances are you do NOT want a window there.

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