When I was 9 – the nightmares had been continuing. I was really into stuffed animals. There was this stuffed bear that had a beating heart inside of it I really wanted. I got it as a Christmas present. I slept with it with the beating heart on. That night, the bear came into my dreams and tried to kill me. It was terrifying. The next night I thought maybe I was so scared because of the beating heart. So I had the heart turned off and slept with the bear. Again, the bear entered my dreams and tried to kill me. Very terrifying again. I brought that stuffed bear down to the basement and buried in a bucket of other stuff. That thing was evil.
Sometime later, maybe a few months. I remember being at the grocery store with my mom. There was a large stuffed dog I saw and wanted. Then I saw the price tag and told my Mom, nevermind, it’s too expensive. But she said if I wanted it she would buy it for me. I slept with it that night. When my normal nightmares started the stuffed dog entered my dreams. He chased away the nightmares. He saved me. This continued to happen night after night. The dog entering my dreams and saving me. Eventually, the nightmares just stopped coming. This stuffed dog saved my subconscious. At 36, I still have it.