Nightmares

​I used to have nightmares of Dinosaurs knocking down my door and tearing me limb from limb. Of course this was when I was only five and didn't know dinosaurs no longer exist. 
By the time I was seven, I would have nightmares of mummy arms that were slightly unwrapped from it's ancient towel wrapping, showing a semi-deteriorating arm and fingers waving and carving my name my old hard wooden floors. Of course that was only seven and I didn't know that mummies lived all the way in Egypt buried under grown in royal booby-trapped secret chambers. 
By the time I was twelve I watch Jaws for the first time and had nightmares of giant sharks bursting into my room in the exact place that the dinosaurs used to. The sharks would eats away at my bed until I was climbing up the headboard onto the bookshelf and dangling from the ceiling fan. 
Now I have nightmares of not having enough money for prom. Growing a huge zit before a job interview that I've been waiting for since I even knew what job interviews was. And becoming a real life hero and fighting off zombies and vampires, because these are things that grown up nightmares are suppose to consist of. 

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