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Monsters under your bed are real!

it's not valid when it's clear that xyz person wont be any better to them and they still keep on dreaming of things that would never happend.

Then your solution is to live in a world where we dont take risks of being hurt, a world where dreams are a negative thing .... do you realize how bleak the world would be!

it's not always fear, but being more self-aware of their delusional behaviour and that it won't ever work that way. as simple as that.

You call it delusions, I call it valid dreams.

prvrt-littleone

Imagine a night when you suddenly hear a knock on the door. You don't know it yet, but there I am, standing and shivering in my rain-soaked dress.

Tears well up in my eyes as I knock again. I'm in the middle of the forest, in a foreign land, lost incredibly far from my home, knowing that no one will ever come looking for me. My hands are so numb I can barely feel them. I'm scared but I'm asking for help. You won't hurt me, will you?

well, some walk away, because they know it wont work anymore for them. ik from my personal experience.

Fear stops people from being happy.

Big risk = big reward

You would just lie to my face that you do too. Not a big fan of it

Not a big fan of lying ...

infernaldolls

sometimes i daydream about being abducted by a satanic cult. they drug me, tie me to an offering altar & circle me in goat masks while chanting dark hymns in tongues. they force me to bow, demanding i thank their master for choosing me while i sob. they bruise my flesh and carve symbols into my skin, feeding off my terror until i puke. the drugs turn my fear into hallucinations. they suddenly morph into disgustingly ugly & terrifying creatures.. it feels like a sleep paralysis nightmare.

i try to scream, but my voice is gone. im just a shaking, bloody mess praying for god to save me . the cult leader approaches. he unties me, offering a cruel flash of false hope as he wipes my tears & strokes my hair. then he yanks my hair, forcing my head down under holy water. i panic, kicking my feet.. as my lungs burn. my body slowly goes limp. when i stop struggling he pulls me up by my hair, whispering “do you still believe god will save you?” sobbing, i shake my head.. i turn and cling to him, desperately seeking comfort from the very hands that broke me.

i wonder what would happen next .. i have many ideas that end up differently, yet i love all of them.