Bedposts and antennas caused me a lack of sleep growing up

When I was little I was afraid of many things, but the first thing I remember was bedposts. You see, I didn't dream of conventional monsters or ghosts as a wee lass. Instead, I'd have these recurring dreams where my bedposts would beat me, and my poor parents, bless their soul, were at their wits end, because of course I was afraid to go to bed, which in turn developed very poor sleep habits in me as I would read books for hours on end instead. It also spread out into not just bedposts but objects with a similar appearance such as antennas, doorknobs and drawer handles. Anything sort of long and spindly with a point on the end. I was fine with the knobs in the daytime (except for this chest of drawers which had handles that resembled suction cups which I dreamt would stick all over my body and just suck me to death) but at night if I was quiet and still I could have sworn I witnessed them turning and ready to pounce. But even more so the antennas scared the living daylights out of me. I would have dreams of the Cd player in my room infecting me with the antenna and making me grow antennas and controlling me. In fact, when the Cd player made that noise it does when it repeats the track I would hide under my blankets as I thought that signified the antenna was coming out to scan for any movement and I lay trembling as I hoped it wouldn't develop further satiation and develop a function to sense heat. I always wrapped a blanket around my head for that reason (the antennas would always go for my ears in the dreams) so it wouldn't come for my ears and to this day I still do, but instead for the purpose of INSECTS not crawling into my ears. If someone is the opposite of me it's that guy who has an insect fetish. Now, before you recite "Stop, get some help" I've outgrown these fears, but I'll admit one of my weaknesses right now. If we were in a fight somehow and you pulled out some antenna Jutsu you might just defeat me and become a Hokage. Alternatively you could just chase me with a Scottish pipe band until I surrender because I recon bagpipes look a wee bit too much like cloth with antennas stuck in them and sound a wee bit too much like auto tuned mosquitoes (And I'm Scottish by the way and me ole grandma wanted me to do highland dancing). But anyway, I'm ok now. Go Bokke!