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When I was little I was afraid of ghosts and would sleep every night with my arms and legs out so the ghosts wouldn't have any room to sleep on my bed.
when i was very small, i would always go to my mom in the middle of the night if i couldn't fall back asleep. she would always wake up very easily, due to being a light sleeper. her waking up so easily caused me to believe adults didn't sleep at all
When I was very young I used to believe that when I went to bed at night, the thumping (my heartbeat) I would hear against my pillow was an army marching outside.
When i was about 5, some kid told me that if you sleep with your mouth open evil spirits enter through it.
My grandmother once told my mum that every hour of sleep you get before midnight is equal to two afterwards (to get her to go to be earlier). My mum believed it until she was 40.
I always had to have the covers up over my legs before I could go to sleep. That way the monsters couldn't sneak up over the end of the bed and get me at night. As a matter of fact, at age 53, I still can't go to sleep if my feet, if not my legs, aren't entirely covered by a sheet at least.
when i was young i thought it was illegal to sleep with my legs straight, and always had them curled up. one day at my babysitters, i was supposed to be napping but i couldn't sleep and slowly inch by inch stretched my legs out, terrified the whole time that my babysitter was going to come and get me in trouble. ....Nothing happened...I fell asleep.
When I was little, I used to believe that when I woke up from sleeping, my hands were automatically totally clean. I would eat breakfast without washing them because I thought that they were germ-free from sleep.
I used to believe that if I slept with my hand on my chest, I could feel if my heart ever stoped... So I did it to feel if I was going to die...
I used to think that if you could somehow get your hand to take a picture with a camera while you were dreaming, the picture would be from your dream world when you developed it.
I used to think that if you had a dream with another person in it, they too would have that same dream. One day, I went to school and thought that everyone would know that I had a dream of a certain boy- (in my dream everyone was there).
I used to be very terrified of dreamcatchers. My grandma gave me one for my birthday and nailed it on the wall above the front end of my bed. I asked her how could it catch bad dreams? She told me the magical beads and knots would suck them up like vacuum and seal them inside forever. So I asked her if it wooshes while sucking up bad dreams and she replied with a yes. Every night I would worry and sweat if I will see it wooshes and moves while catching nightmares! I always gaze at knots and beads if I can see any nightmares inside them. My fear got worse and worse so my dad had to put it down in the box so I can sleep with ease.
I used to believe that when you dream, the dreams rose up out from your mind, but if you slept in front of a mirror the dreams would be reflected back on you and cause nightmare. I still don't like sleeping in front of mirror.
When I was little someone once told me that when you sleep your body became invisible. So If was asleep and their body was still there, I always thought either they were just pretending to be asleep or they weren't into a deep sleep yet.
When I was really little, I used to pull the covers up to my neck before I went to sleep. I figured that if someone broke into the house and came into my room, they wouldn't hurt me because OBVIOUSLY I was just a head on a pillow. Since the rest of me was covered, no one could tell that it existed except for me.
when i was little i used to believe in this thing called the sock monster. whenever i would wear socks to bed they wouldnt be on my feet in the morning or even in the sheets so i thought there was a monster under my bed who knew i was wearing socks that night and would crawl under my covers and steal my socks. i still dont like sleeping with socks on
I used to think that when you went to sleep, that was considered death. So, my friends would come over, and I'd say that I couldn't play, because my parents were dead.
When I was younger, I thought that if you slept with someone, that they owned your soul.
I used to believe that people always snore when they sleep (I blame my father for this one). So when my mother would come to see if I was awake in the morning, I would perform the "realistic" snore I practiced...it went something like this: Ho-pish-shish-shh. I've never heard anyone snore like that, but I thought I was totally fooling her because my snore was so good.
I used to believe that while I slept, rats and mice would creep out of the walls, cut me in half, slide like a disc in, and magically stitch it all together... I figured if I couldn't see myself getting taller, that's how it must've happened.
I'm still amazed I didn't end up in an asylum.
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