Guy Smiley from Sesame Street.
Between the ages of 4-6, I had recurring night terrors that always started with me dreaming about this cunt. In the dreams, I would be doing something innocuous in my house, playing with toys etc; I would hear this weird chant that sounded like “Od, Od, Od” in the distance which would get louder and louder; until, out of nowhere, this fucker would hit into me like a plane and carry me in the sky really fast. The dreams were so vivid and realistic, I would feel like I couldn’t breathe due to the rush of air when it was happening.
After a short while of being whizzed across the skies, I’d be violently slammed into a cot or a bed in some strange dimly lit bedroom, with voices talking nearby that I didn’t recognise. After a short while the chants started again, the cunt hits me and carries me back hyper fast to my real bed, literally slams me into it and I would lie there frozen (night terror) for what felt like hours, seeing weird patterns appear in the dark, slowly zooming towards me and disappearing. Eventually, I would feel brave enough to put myself under the covers and hide until I presumably went back to sleep (or stopped lucid dreaming, whatever the fuck was happening).
I know this sounds like a zany concoction, but it got so bad at one point, I had to be taken to a doctor about this as I was so terrified to go to sleep - I’ve been averse to going to sleep my whole adult life and I wonder if this was at the root. Even as a child I always had hyper-real and vivid dreams and some nights I could not tell what was real or a dream. It seemed to happen every night at its worst. Because of the chants, I thought this cunt’s name was ‘Od’ long before I was old enough to understand, and whenever he appeared on the TV, I literally screamed and ran behind the sofa/table absolutely fucking paralysed with fear.
