A childhood belief about under my bed

At age 3, after seeing the adams family of course, annually every night i had my ritual dream (or at least i think it was, but anything goes at 3) of where i light on looking over the edge of my bed while snuggled up to a teddy bear, sometimes 4 or 5 of them. I looked down at the carpet, which was swarmed by 15 or so "Things" (aka hands). One particular night, my final night of having the terrifying dream, I got a little to close to the edge of the bed, and my biggest mistake of all, Teddy wasn't snuggled up against me to fight them off in case of emergency. Suddenly i fell off of my bed and onto the floor covered with "Things". In a pure state of shock, I began screaming, screaming, and screaming. Still dreaming, I saw the hands turn and rush towards me. I rolled the only place I could, away from them, which also happened to be under the bed, infested with several more hands. Still, things managed to do the impossible! Get even worse. I could no longer see my Thomas the Train Night Light!!! I screamed, cryed, and screamed some more. Within seconds my dad was in the room to help me out from under the bed.