
When my daughter was about 3ish she started having dreams about ‘a man named Nest.’The same or similar dream was happening several times a month that she would dream about him and be very frightened and cry when she would wake up. She would ask me questions about Nest during the daytime and worry about him coming in her dreams again. She said he didn’t like her.She told me that he was all white. Like a crayon. And he had a big tall hat that was the same color as a white crayon . In my mind I pictured a dead person with a white Abe Lincoln hat — because of how she described his color and how afraid she was. She said he would put his mouth over her belly button and suck the air from her and she couldn’t breathe. It was starting to freak me out, to be honest.I would tell her that it’s just a dream. And that Nest isn’t real. She said that he was, π³ and then one day we were at the pediatrician and I was looking through a magazine and my daughter was sitting with me and started to cry and wanted me to put the magazine down. I could barely understand through her blubbering but I heard her say “Nest.” So I asked, “You saw Nest in the magazine? - show me.” She didn’t want to. But I was so curious to find out who Nest was… that I made her show me. I started to flip through the magazine and turned the page and she said, “I don’t want to see him, Mom,” but she pointed to the page and it was the Pillsbury Dough Boy.π I said, “That’s Nest?” and I started to laugh because it was cute, but her little face looked at me so sad… like why are you laughing at someone that’s sucking her breath through her belly button. I felt horrible for laughing, but secretly it’s still kind of funny.Eventually she stopped talking about him — evidently she stopped dreaming of him and I didn’t ask about him any further as to not remind her of him. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/3ku3t8E
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