I was talking with my seven-year-old daughter about sleep and dreams, and she asked me if I ever had nightmares. So I told her about the first nightmare I can remember. I had it when I was four, and I still remember it vividly.
I had been captured by two big black cats. They could stand on their hind legs and do things like tie knots and build fires. They had tied me up and hung me over a fire to cook in the classic position. One of them started poking me with a big fork to see if I was done.
Do you remember any of your childhood nightmares?
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