Facing your fears

When I was a child, my father had the brilliant idea to let me watch a scary movie with him. His effects from his bravado can still be seen today. I only watched about an hour of the movie, but it was enough view time to stick with me for over 15 years.


Boogedy...boogedy...BOOGEDY!!!

Does anyone recall this movie? I had reoccuring nightmares for years and years. I swear even the bad dreams I have now in my adult years have their root in this frightening tale. This movie conjures up images of green men, day-glo safeboxes, women with marge simpson hair floating in the sky...I don't even know if these things all came from the movie, but I associate them together.

So the other night I went to watch a movie with some friends and what did they choose? The NEW Boogeyman movie! I had no desire to see this new movie because of all aforementioned fears, much like I would never ever ever see Arachnaphobia. Ick. However, I was outvoted and Bogeyman it was.
Much to my chagrin, I popped down on the couch and got in Scary Movie Position, knees hugged to chest with one arm, as the other arm was being utilized with my hand covering my eyes, fingers spread to look through.
As I watched the movie, I was scared of course, but the fright was superceeded with a realization of where my nightmares came from.

I used to have this reoccuring nightmare that the basement door was glowing. The glow would draw my family in like a moth to a flame and one by one, I looked out the window to see everyone floating away to their death. Sometimes in the dream, I would be sitting in my room crying and one of my family members would pop out from under the covers and admit that they were "just joking". They didn't float away, after all. Though, everyone else actually had. But at that point, I was just happy to have somebody back in my life. Scary, right?
Well I realized that I was having this dream because in the Bogeyman movie, everyone floats away when the Bogeyman gets them. Thats pretty scary for a little kid to think about!

So I guess I am glad that I faced my childhood fear. I played Freud, and I won.
Next movie I want to watch that pushed me into one of the kids whose afraid of the basement is The Huggabunch Movie. Sounds innocent enough, but trust me when I tell you to surround yourself with friends and loved ones while watching this. You'll need the support.

Click here to read an extremely raw review of the huggabunch. This guy pretty much echoes my sentiments.