Thursday, August 18, 2011

What just happened?!

Right after uploading the previous post, I went to sleep. As I kept my laptop and turned off the lights, I had a feeling that I'd get sleep paralysis. It was already starting, and I knew that no matter what I did, it would happen. Which meant it would be pretty bad.
Still, I wondered, Should I listen to music? Usually that helps a little.

But no. Before I could even make up my mind, I was immobilized.
This time it was different.

Instead of having the feeling of someone watching me, sitting on my bed, or looming over me, I felt that there was something on the floor behind me (I sleep on my side and face the wall because I don't want to open my eyes and see something in front of me, trapping me in a corner). This, I've experienced before.
But last night I moved -- not on my own.

I swear something moved me.
And I don't just mean I twitched.

Precisely as paralyzation set in, my legs were being pulled apart a little bit so that I looked like I was in a running position; I wasn't sure what to think at that point. Of course I knew it was just my imagination, because I could also feel that my legs hadn't moved at all. Still, I felt like I was being separated from my body.
This is new.... but it should stop soon.

Then they began to slide off the bed...backwards, as if my mattress was being lifted.
Nothing else moved around me.
I moved at a slow and perfectly steady pace, as if some machine was doing it. Or, you know, something paranormal. And it continued until my legs were off the bed and on some extra blankets on the floor. The rest of my body was following. I felt like I was being taken.
By now, I was so freaked out that I couldn't even fall asleep. I couldn't wrench myself out of paralysis even if I tried. So my last attempt to get out of this was so force myself to stay awake,
endure it,
and then bolt.

Again and again, I tried to pick myself up. It was only right before my shoulders reached the edge of the bed that I was out of paralysis enough to sit up, run across the room without looking,
fumble with the lock on my door,
run down the steps and through the house,
throw open the front door (and close it behind me),

and run.

I was outside.
I was running.
And whatever did that, I hoped would go away. Or at least follow me and not torment the rest of my family. I didn't even know where I was going. I didn't even know if I was awake.
After running blindly down the street and around the corner, I decided to try to make it to Matt's house. Don't know why. What the hell would I do when I got there? Say, "Hi, I had a bad dream, can I stay with you?"

There were a few people I ran into on the way, and I tried to see if they noticed me.
A few looked my way when I ran past them. When I stopped in the road to stare at a man in his truck with the windows rolled down, I figured that would give him reason to acknowledge my presence. But I got nothing.
I kept walking, but my legs became heavy after a while. Then I sensed that I wasn't there. My eyes flickered open, and I saw the shadowed wall in front of me. I tried to hold on to what little control I had left, but it was out of reach and I was back in bed.

I never moved. I was in the exact same position I fell asleep in. My legs were the same, my blankets never moved, and I quickly turned around to see that my door was never opened.

That was the scariest thing ever.
And I mean EVER.
When I got up in the morning, I stood up to find that my ankle hurt a lot.

1 comment:

  1. Have you ever seen the really famous painting by Fuseli, 'The Nightmare', which is supposed to represent a kind of dream paralysis? I saw it a few years ago, what you wrote kind of reminded me of it.
    I've been having some odd nightmares and though I tend to try to blog about art, I thought I'd leave you the link to my attempts to draw them down and describe them.