by Et in Arcadia ego » Tue Oct 24, 2006 3:24 am
I had at least 2 experiences that were literally back to back occuring within less than a 30 day period about 7 years ago. I originally believed that they were associated with what I was told was a rare and mild form of Epilepsy I was diagnosed with as a teen, but only experienced in a relatively rare point in my adult life when I briefly lived alone and had difficulty adjusting to solitary life. It could be argued that either I was hypersensitive as a result of the change of lifestyle, or if I shed myself of some '<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>rationalism</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->', it could also be said that the solitary status made me more vulnerable to some form of predation.<br><br>Regardless:<br><br>The first one came in the form of feeling someone get into bed beside me while I was in a state of early sleep. I literally felt the covers pull back, the bed shift under something's weight, and the physical contact of a body beside me. This one was pretty scary, but I immediately recalled the adolescent diagnosis and embraced it as a conveniant explanation.<br><br>A few days later, I was awakened from a deep sleep, jolted, more like it, by instant consciousness/awareness that had a rock-hard predetermined conviction that there were at least 8 figures standing around my bed staring at me motionless.<br><br>I was able to open my eyes, but that was the only voluntary muscular control I had, and the angle of my head prevented me from looking behind me where the figures would have been standing.<br><br>I laid there for what seemed like hours unable to move, unable to look behind me, but I had a picture perfect image of the figures, who were different sexes and ages of wide range(one was an old, half balding man, another was a teenage female).<br><br>I'm unable to account for how I knew their features, much less how I knew they were in the room, even less why I was unable to move for what seemed a small eternity. After forever and under a heavy strain, I was able to move my hand towards my nightstand drawer and retrive a knife inside it, but was unable to do much aside from lay there holding it. Eventually, I fell back asleep and woke later with the knife still in my hand.<br><br>This period was also punctuated by one of the absolute worst nightmares I've ever had in which I 'woke' inside a dream within the same apartment I lived in, but everything floor to ceiling was a washed out gray, and I mean everything, every object, was the same identical color. There was a mild, diffuse light who's source I was unable to identify, and a form of music I'm unable to describe that was coming in from my bedroom window. <br><br>Every object was..attached permanently to the form it laid on, as in, everything seemed to be bolted down.<br><br>My first thought was that I was Dead and this was my Afterlife, Hell, whatever you want to call it, and that thought alone nearly drove me insane. I was trapped inside the aparment, unable to leave, interact with any objects, unable to follow shadows back to their source. It was one of the clearest dreams I have ever had, and I was unable to wake from it for what seemed like another small eternity.<br><br>I don't engage much in sleep paralysis discussions because I'm not well-read on the subject aside from knowing the 'old hag' theory a few years later on the web, but what happened to me in a very narrow window of time took place repeatedly, then never re-occured, and whatever it was I hope I never experience it again. <p>____________________<br>Wehret den Anfängen</p><i></i>
