When I was a tiny kid,
I was in bed one night, with the lights on, watching my little black and white portable TV.

I turned away from the TV and looked down at my bed and there, sticking out of the wall, was a massive brown hairy hand, complete with black claws, slowly tapping it's fingers on my quilt.

I screamed the entire street down, but when my dad shot into my room a few seconds later, it was gone.

This, along with the 6 shooter cap gun I got for my birthday one year and my cousin telling me the dentists drain would overflow and flood the world, is one of my first memories. I know that around that time was the first time I had ever saw Star Wars, and I'm pretty sure that it was my little kiddies imagination conjouring up a wookies hand..... I think I must have fallen asleep and had a vivid dream. It seemed so real at the time though..... but it was around 24 years ago and I've yet to be torn apart by the creature it was attached to so it either went back into the wall or it was too much roasted cheese before bed.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 18:46, 1 reply)

I used to dream about hands coming out of the walls
You didn't live in Chertsey Court, did you? =D
(Adremus, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 20:20, closed)