In 1967, my family lived on base housing on the Davis-Monthan Air Force Base in Tucson, Arizona. I shared a bedroom with my sister. At some point in time, I was having nightmares that when I peeked under the bed, there was something in the dark looking back at me with glowing eyes. I would wake up, yell for my mother, and she would look under the bed to assure me nothing was there. One night, after a number of these nightmares, I must have finally had enough and yelled at the monster to stop scaring me. I could tell I had startled it and actually hurt its feelings. We came to a tacit agreement that I would not bother it if it did not bother me. After that I never had the monster nightmare again.
