When i was little my 3 sisters shared 1 big room and me as the only boy had a room on my own. If i had a bad dream, i would wake myself up, think of a good ending and go back to sleep to dream it. Of i was scared of a shape in the room i would concentrate hard till i knew what it was. A shirt on a chair, a coat on the wardrobe door etc. Then in my late teens i was seeing a girl from another town, dating if you like. Her parents let me stay over regular, and I slept downstairs in the front room of the house. Only problem was a rocking chair in there I really didnt like, no idea why. I would wedge a shoe under it just incase it rocked on its own, it never did. Woke 1 night with my heart pounding out of my chest. I tried to calm myself down, but couldnt. Jumped up and switched the light on, and the bulb blew. I dashed out of the door to the hall, put the hall lamp on, it blew. Now i had to pass the door to the room I just left to get to the next light. I plucked up courage and did. The 3rd light came on. There was nothing to have been afraid of and I dont know why I woke like I did, but I hated that room and that chair.
Being one who is afraid ( kinda) of the dark...it's that it's well, dark. But without the dark night sky, I couldn't see one of the shows I go outside to see every night.....the moon and the stars.
nothin in the dark that isnt in the light
fear comes from ignorance and knowledge alike but if you have a balance of both you fear nothing like me theres a lot of things i dont know but even more that i do.15