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When I was little I used to think that night-time air was acidic so I always used to hide unders my covers, hoping that it wouldn't burn me. I was a weird kid!
When i was young i thought someone would come when i was sleeping and cut off my toes with an axe.
when i was a kid i thought that my dreams were real and my life was a dream.
My brother used to tell me when i went to sleep at night little people would come out from under my pillow and climb on me.....i didnt sleep with a pillow for a long time!
i used to believe that mother and father didn't sleeped
when i was little my mum told me that if i didnt go to bed before 7:00 a huge elephant was going to come and stamp all over my bedroom so i made sure i went to bed on time.
When was about 6, I would lay in bed and hear the blood rushing on my ears. I thought that I was going to get hit by a train when I eventually fell asleep. I stayed up pretty late for about 2 years.
Back when I was little (In preschool), I thought that moms and dads (and all adults) didn't go to sleep. They were awake before me, and stayed up after I fell asleep. so logically, grown-ups must not go to sleep at night!
One time we were playing some make-believe game, and when it was "bed-time" we would pretend to sleep,
except for the dad: "I'm the dad, so I don't sleep"
We all seemed to agree on that without question.
Now that I think about it, that sounds like something someone might say to sound manly:
"Real men don't sleep" :D
When i lay down to sleep and heard the noise of the blood in my ears i thought it meant i was going to have a nightmare.
I used to belief that after I'd gone to bed and the light was turned out there were these lights that came and turned into weapons and killed you if you didn't go to sleep but first would kill all your family and friends....I used to try to get to sleep as fast as possible, and sometimes actually imagined i was seeing them...I called it 'the nightmare when I'm awake'
I used to believe that my whole life was a dream, giving me a complete view of what my life would be like. it would seem to laast years, complete with my own dreams inside this dream. And when in my life i died i would just wake up as a tiny little baby with complete knowledge of what would happen in my life. I still belive this a tiny bit....
When I was younger, I thought that when you fell asleep, you would go into this factory and a nice little old lady would send you through a portal and you would dream. Sometimes, instead of a nice little old lady, there would be a witch and she woud give you a nightmare. I just remember imagining all these beds filled with sleeping children on conveyor belts.
My sister used to tell me the reason I had to take naps was because while I was sleeping my parents would change the battery in my brain.
I used to think that when people go to sleep, their body fires all their 'workers' and only had one person - the ermergency worker. And there would be a sign 'help wanted'. When you woke up you would have all the workers back. I had an active imagination.
I used to think that the reason that you had bad breath in the morrning was because at night there were little bugs, like fleas, that would play in your mouth. And when you started to wake up the fleas would hop out really quick, but when you started to close your mouth one farted cause he got scared.
And thats why your breath smelled. So i would try to sleep with my mouth closed but they always seemed to get in.
When my sister and I were little, we took the expression "Go to sleep" literally. We thought that when we would go to bed, the bed would become a car and take us to a place called sleep. I remember we laid awake one night talking about what it was like when our bed would take us there and what it would be like. I believe we had a water bed at the time, and when you rolled over, it moved. It was cool.
I used to think that my furniture, epecially my book case, gave me nightmares when I didn't act the way they wanted me to. I would always have to sleep facing up, without my ears touching the pillow, and the bedroom door always had to be open just the right amount. My stuffed dragon, however, ate bad dreams, so he could protect me.
Sometimes, as I lay in bed trying to fall asleep, a small scratching sound would keep me awake. The strange part about it was that it seemed to come from the inside of the pillow.
My first thought was that it was a small spider trapped inside the pillow and was scratching with one of its little spider legs. I'd punch the pillow, trying to move it way from my ear area. This sometimes worked and I'd go to sleep.
I was slightly nervous with having a scratching spider inside my pillow, but then realized that it didn't make sense. A bug wouldn't survive the occasional washing or trip through the dryer. I also noticed the scratching occurred on other pillows. For a time, I gave up trying to figure it out and was just content that punching the pillow enough times would quiet the scratching.
Later I realized I was hearing my own heartbeat. The shiny fabric of some pillow covers was reflecting the sound.
I used to believe that when I went to sleep, the whole world did too...haha
I used to believe that I could live for ever...lol
I used to believe that adults never went to sleep