This, a simple cartoon character called My pet Monster was a major reason I came to want to make horror films. Growing up, I had a My Pet Monster Plush that my parents got me for Christmas. I was 6 years old. I had nightmares every night of my childhood between 6-9 years old. I had dreams the monster would come to life at night, sneak about my parents who couldn't see it and drag me out of bed into the Abyss. When I was 9 years old I had my final My pet Monster dream. I was in a house I had never seen before, and there was a man I had never seen before. I walked into the kitchen and went to talk to my mother in the dream. Right before I got to her I I was grabbed and dragged back towards a bedroom. I then woke up and never had a My Pet Monster dream again. Many years later I met the man in the dream for the first time. He ended up becoming my step father. The apartment in the dream was his apartment. Everything from the layout to the furniture to him were exactly the same as the dream 5 years before I ever met him.