Dreams

When I was kid I would have nightmares every night, a lot of them weren't even that bad, but every night my parents would let me know that tonight I won't have any nightmares. Sure enough it worked. One night they fell asleep on the couch while we were watching a movie "The Ring." Now I was only about three years old so I went to my bedroom ran straight to the closet shut as fast as I could and said "Ha, no monster in this closet is going to get me tonight!". I crawled up onto my bed, pulled the covers up to my chin, and looked around the room about every five seconds. I couldn't close my eyes I had so much fear built up inside me. I got out of my bed went to my closet and got the biggest stuffed animal I could find. Just because I thought he would save me from the monsters. A little while after that, I was getting tired. My eyes started to close, then I started to roll to my side then I felt a bump so I jumped up and ended up on the floor.This was getting silly, so I got back into bed and closed my eyes. When I woke up in the morning I was on the floor again, and the closet was open. The light was shining through my window, and I thought that monsters hated the sun so I went to my closet and there was the biggest stuffed animal that I had last night. How did all this happen? I went out in my living room, my parents were gone. I thought the monster ate them, so I screamed. Then my dad ran out and closed my mouth shut. By this time I'm wondering what's going on. I finally understand, it was all just a dream.