On the importance of a teddy bear…
i will reblog this every time.
But what if the teddy bear is the nightmare and the creature is the protector?
It is a little-known fact that teddy bears crave and feed on the dreams of young children. It is little-known, of course, because the bears are so soft and cuddly that they convince the young children that they need them. For a while, the bear will feed on the bad dreams, leaving the child with nothing but the sweetest of dreams. But the good dreams taste better and feed them more, so eventually the teddy bear will start feeding on those, and the child will have nightmares every night. And, because the teddy bear so thoroughly convinces the child that the bear is necessary for the good dreams, they will keep sleeping with it, hoping for its magic to work again.
But the mind of a child is so rich and imaginative that it creates the means to its salvation. The monster under the bed rises, in the end, to vanquish the bear. Some nights it rises before the first nightmare night. Other times, it is at the last moment, and rises only when the bear means to suck dry every last dream and imagination in the child’s mind.
Tonight is the former. This monster was sent out in time to save its child from a single bad dream. And despite the teddy bear’s sword, the monster is fierce and devours it in a single gulp.
It is about to leave when it hears confused, wordless mumbles. The monster looks down and sees its child is awake, and looking up at it. Sleep has not faded so much that the child doesn’t scream, just asks in a sweet voice what the monster is doing there.
The monster, like the teddy bear, can’t speak. Instead it picks up the water by the bedside, hands its child the glass. Still confused, the child takes it. When the child drinks its fill and hands it back, the monster tucks it in with gentle claws.
The child murmurs a thanks and falls asleep again. And the monster leaves, satisfied that it has left its child with less fear rather than more.
holy shit that was beautiful
tears man. tears.
Cant applaud hard enough
That was… That was amazing!
I’m not gonna lie, this speaks to me.
While my teddy bear did it’s duty keeping me comforted, when I was 10 and 12 and having trouble falling asleep because I was terrified that a murderer was going to come into my room and stab me to death after watching Scream? I took comfort (and mostly avoided nightmares) in remembering that if the murderer came close enough to hurt me, he would be close enough for the creatures under the bed to grab him.
They kept me safe from what a sleepy 10-year-old imagined was certain death, and I will forever be grateful to them.
*AGGRESSIVELY PRESSES BUTTON*
I don’t want to make this about Supernatural, but…
gandalf the weed man
oh god this makes me feel so much better about this scene
nope, heart continues to break.
"Went to the store, sat on Santa’s lap.
Asked him to bring my friends all kinds of crap.
He said all you need is to write them a song.
Now, you haven’t heard it yet, so don’t try to sing along.
No, don’t sing along.”
A week before
Matt Smith, Karate Chopping things he doesn’t understand since 2010
What the fuck is that, “act my age”?
What do I care how old I am?
The Ocean is old as fuck.
It will still drown your ass with vigor.
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