When I was a about 4 or 5 years old, I had recurring nightmares about Captain Hook. I would be in my house with some combination of my best friends Claudia and Jared, and my cousin Sheila. Whenever any of us uttered a word, Captain Hook would come into the room and chase us. We would run into another room and be very quiet. But eventually, I couldn’t resist the urge to whisper “Don’t say anything or he’ll come…” And with that whisper, he would appear. It didn’t matter how quietly I whispered.
The weird thing is that this was before my Peter Pan obsession. At the time, I didn’t really know who Captain Hook was. Even weirder that I later developed a Peter Pan obsession given these nightmares. Maybe because Captain Hook dies in the end. Btw, Mary Martin version. Keep that Disney shit away from me. I wanted to be Tiger Lily.
I can’t really explain but this dream is sort of how I feel about life today. Like something’s chasing me and if I say the wrong thing, it’ll catch me. Wow, that sounds really weird. It’s possible I just need more sleep.