I recall waking up one night with the feeling that someone was staring at me, like within inches of my face. I opened my eyes and recalled seeing disembodied face next to me with its tongue out. When I reached forward to defend myself it was gone. I don't know if it was real or not, because I was on a medication for vertigo at the time, and hallucinations was one of the mentioned side effects.it’s happened to me 2 times that i remember.
the freakiest part was the ABSOLUTE certainty that something PURE EVIL was present watching me but it was just out of my clear view
it’s been years but still get chills thinking about it
Last one I can remember was in college. But it also has some strange things surrounding the circumstances.
Took a nap one afternoon. “Woke up” to a guy standing at the foot of the bed. Dark trench coat and fedora kind of hat. No facial features that I remember but he was looking at me. Absolutely could not move for what felt like a long time but finally woke up crawling up the headboard trying to get up. Yeah, that one freaked me out.
The strange thing is this happened in an apartment in an old hospital building above the courthouse in Sylva. And I was not the only person to have some strange run ins like that. Just kind of adds to the question of whether it was real or not.
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Is yours about a giant marshmallow that morphs into...
I love scary campfire stories.
He's coming for you.Last one I can remember was in college. But it also has some strange things surrounding the circumstances.
Took a nap one afternoon. “Woke up” to a guy standing at the foot of the bed. Dark trench coat and fedora kind of hat. No facial features that I remember but he was looking at me. Absolutely could not move for what felt like a long time but finally woke up crawling up the headboard trying to get up. Yeah, that one freaked me out.
The strange thing is this happened in an apartment in an old hospital building above the courthouse in Sylva. And I was not the only person to have some strange run ins like that. Just kind of adds to the question of whether it was real or not.
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I have experienced this every now and then. You feel like you can't breathe. You try with all your might just to make a sound or move anything. It's easy to panic. I've heard explanations like, it's a chemical thing preventing the body from physically acting out dreams.
But, here's the interesting thing. Over the years I've been able to develop a certain amount of directed dreaming. Basically, it means I have some control over some of my dreams. Think of a movie scene playing out and the director yells, Cut! This isn't right. Or he's giving active guidance during the scene on how it should go. It takes a third person perspective, as it were.
Anyway, one night, a few years ago, I "woke" having one of these paralysis moments and I remember telling myself, take careful of your surroundings. Where's the door? Where's the window? Or anything I could pinpoint in the room, including the size of the room and my location in it.
So, how do these moments of paralysis end? You don't know, right? You don't remember falling back to sleep, but eventually you just wake up later. Well, I did and I compared what I remembered during my paralysis to the room i was in, as I was laying there. They were different. Things weren't in the right place. So, my conclusion is that it wasn't really waking paralysis, but a dream of waking paralysis. Either that or the aliens don't have the room replication thing down very well.
When it happens to me I'm in a dream and I suddenly realize I'm in a dream. Then I am sucked out of the dream into my body but paralyzed with my eyes closed.
I panicked the first few times, then I tried calming myself and riding it out, which didn't work either as it just wouldn't end. Finally I figured out how to force myself awake through sheer will power. Once awake, I calm my heart rate back down, change my sleep position a little and get back to sleep.
You know, many of us grew up in the '60's and 70's. Just sayin'.You guys need to quit the acid, or clear you conscience somehow or sacrifice a goat.
You guys need to quit the acid, or clear you conscience somehow or sacrifice a goat.
My first memory of it happening I was 8 years old. I don't really have a conscience to speak of and I've never done drugs. Don't drink to excess either, only 1 beer or one glass of scotch a night.
I've never found an explanation that sounded correct and it happens so randomly and infrequently that it would be almost impossible to get a sleep study done on it. It use to happen as much as three times a year. Now it happens about once every three years. It just is what it is. Nothing to cry about.
Yeah, sleep deprivation. That's the ticket. Nothing could go wrong there.Want to stop it? Force yourself to stay awake for so long that when you do pass out finally for a couple hours, nothings going on in the ole think box. That’s the only way to stop seeing things over and over again. That I’ve found anyways
Yeah, sleep deprivation. That's the ticket. Nothing could go wrong there.
So, you're saying it's something like this...There is a fun scifi theory that dreaming is you experiencing the memories of other yous that are living in parallel dimensions. Phenomenon like the power of positive thinking is you sliding into a dimension where the thing you want is/is not present. Sleep paralysis happens because you wake before you are fully transitioned.
Have you seen the second season of Stranger Things?So, you're saying it's something like this...
So, the psychosis and hallucinations are cool.So far so good. Beats the alternatives and the “solutions”.
No, unfortunately. I hear the show is good.Have you seen the second season of Stranger Things?
It's good and you must watch it. It basically tells you not to mess with the things on the other side.No, unfortunately. I hear the show is good.
I've heard and pretty much believe that most of dreaming is the subconscious mind putting together random bits of information into a semi- cohesive story. That's how the subconscious mind works. But, then I've had dreams that were visions. And when my first wife passed, she spoke to me in a dream. Those were different in perspective and feeling.