I'm not sure if this is in the right forum or not but here goes..
So growing up I always had horrible vivid Night terrors. From as early as I can remember up until was about 14 or so... then I just kind of grew out
of them. Now i had nightmares almost every night. My mother started sending me to therapy around 7 or so when my parents divorced and that was the
many topics we talked about. My mother was always unconvinced that they had anythign to do with the divorce since they had been going on for years
WHile there were many different types of nightmares there were a few recurring ones that were always either exactly the same or very similar, and i
was always Lucid in them. Now other than these night terrors as a child I have never experienced Lucid dreaming to my knowledge. That is, i am never
aware that I am in a nightmare. However, as a child i remember very distintly knowing i was having a nightmare, and even physically telling myself
over and over again that it was just a dream and that i would wake up. The thing is... I never really "woke up". For instance I had one reccurring
dream where i was waiting to fall asleep and i would start to feel something on the bed. I would look over to either side and see some type of hand (
always reminded me of the gremlins hands from the movie lol) slowly sliding down the bed. Feeling left and right. I never saw anything other than a
hand, and i never "let" it touch me. I would always throw the covers over my head (because everyone knows monsters cant get under the covers!) and
start screaming for my mother until she came and got me. BUt thats just it... in the "dream" i would be screaming for her, and would continue
screaming until she came into the room - cut on the light- and pulled the blanket off my face. She always found me wide awake. And i always started
screaming while i was having the "dream"
That's kind of what has bothered me, was that it always felt SO REAL to me. Were these hallucinations?
One "dream" in particular still to this day puzzles not only me but my mother as well, and is the reason for me writing this thread.
I remember i was laying in my bed in the middle of summer. I was about 5 or 6 It was hot as hell, we didnt have AC so the window was wide open and i
remember it being very muggy. It was always so muggy.My bedroom was on the 2nd story of our house which was located outside of a small town in rural
virginia. No close neighbors. I remember that i woke up because of the heat and being all sweaty. Ive never been able to sleep much less tolerate the
heat in any way. I remember pulling the blanket up to uncover my feet because they were starting to sweat. Then all of the sudden i heard very heavey
breathing.I turn over and there is this huge.... "Gorilla". (This is the term i have always used to describe it, though in retrospect it doesnt seem
remotely close to a Gorilla) I remember that it was either solid black or very dark. It was covered in Fur. Its head seemed only a few inches from the
ceiling and the ceilings inthat house wee 8ft. It was very stocky/thick and it had no neck. I remember seeing it, seeing its hands move, and then i
got up - started screaming- and ran. The room wasn't pitch black there had to have been either a full moon or something because i remember very
distinctly the bright bluish/white light coming through the open window and that was how i could see it. I ran to the bathroom, screaming again for my
mom, i remember slamming the door shut and just screaming. My mom came in and then i black out. Now talking to my mom over the years she claims that
she remembers waking up hearing me scream again and arguing with my dad about who was going to come get me that time- and iguess she drew short straw.
She said she got up and came to the bathroom and had to push the door open because i moved the magazine rack in front of it ( i dont remember that )
she said that i was sitting on the toilet white as a ghost rocking back and forth with my knees in my chest, and my arms around my knees. She said
that she picked me up and immediately passed out in her arms.
this night is kinda of "folklore" in my family, and a lot of people tease me because over the years i have always maintained- as i did that night-
that it was NOT a dream. Just like all the other times. I remember that my mother was so concerned about how adamant i was that she made my father
check the whole house for an "intruder". By the end of the night everyone in the house was awake and turning on lights just to suffice my childhood
mind but it wouldnt work. I refused to go back to sleep alone, and refused to sleep in that room for some time because i "knew" there was something
It has always bugged me that i was so awake and aware during these episodes. I guess my point is.... does this sound familiar at all to anyone? anyone
else ever had something similar? I know rationally this and all of the other "dreams" were just that, that IS the only logical solution... but i am
interested in anyone elses opinion..
edit on 3-9-2014 by itswhatev because: (no reason given)