Daydreams, night-terrors and hallucinations

Why my childhood night terrors and bed time hallucinations are far more interesting now than they were back then...

Dreaming and death have always fascinated me. My daydreams were often a refuge, but the dreams I had at night were a place of terror. Nightmares were common and frequent. These night terrors were a reflection, a symptom of what went on in the day, so standard. All that fear and misery had to have an outlet somewhere. 

As a teenager, I was obsessed with death and drew coffins on exercise books, and failed attempts at speaking to the dead with childish, poorly created Ouija boards consisting of coloured pieces of paper and an upturned champagne glass. That was until I had such a terrifying experience as a young adult I never dabbled again - and I strongly suggest you don’t either. I fervently read books of horror and the supernatural and watched horror and supernatural movies whenever I had the opportunity.

I suppose looking back it was a form of escapism, I was no different to most teenagers. I look back with sadness and amusement at that period in my life. At home, I must have been a joy to be around, a goth wandering around talking of death and hauntings, minus the black clothing and lipstick, I think that was one thing my parents would never have tolerated.

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