Friday, October 8
It was a movie called Night Stalker, with Darren McGavin. He portrayed Kolchak, who battled different monsters every week (and came out bruised and battered, but victorious)
This weeks movie was on vampires.
I watched the entire movie, in the dark, sitting about 5 feet from the screen.
Life was never the same after that.
Several nights a week for the next twenty years, I would have vampire nightmares. Screaming, detail filled, wake-the-house-up nightmares. Different stories, usually, but always featuring a vampire.
Now that's power of suggestion.
How did I overcome my fears? I have absolutely no idea. But I did read the Twilight series with great trepidation, and while I had a few night screamers, I've never again dreamed about vampires that way.
Did my brain finally just say hey! enough already! did I switch my fears to something else? (ok, there was the week when Vikings invaded my small town and raped and pillaged, but that only lasted a week.)
I still have screaming nightmares (my husband looooves those) about being trapped in a sinking car or falling off a cliff, things like that.
But for now, at least, my vampire fears have been laid to rest.
Oh, and Margie. Bungee jumping. 120 feet when I was 30 years old. Maybe that's what scared the vamp away? hmmm?
(who will, just in case, be deleting this vampire picture from her computer as soon as it's uploaded. Better safe than sorry!)