a reply to: Staygaf
Hey OP, I'd be glad to share some of my similar, horrifying experiences with you! My apologies, it will be a somewhat lengthy post, but I assure you I
have extensive experiences with this phenomenon and even some insight to what has made it stop for me.
I have diagnosed severe narcolepsy without cataplexy, but even before I was diagnosed (and before the onset of my narcolepsy, I'm pretty sure) I had
horrifying "hallucinations" after suddenly "feeling a presence" and waking/opening my eyes. If you're genetically prone to these hallucinations, they
are a symptom, often, of sleep deprivation. Narcolepsy causes sleep deprivation, and thus with narcolepsy I started experiencing them more often.
Weird thing about my experiences is that I'm never paralyzed, at all. The first I remember was seeing a shadow of a boy on my door when I was only 5
or 6. The door was open and the hallway light was on, I could hear my mom doing housework nearby, and I remember looking over and seeing my brother
asleep in the other bed. Then, looking back, the shadow was gone. Kid's imagination, right?
Years later, I'd regularly "dream act," or act out my dreams. It's different than sleep walking. Sometimes I'd go downstairs and turn the TV on then
sleep on the couch. Once I barricaded myself in my room by knocking my dresser over and blocking the door. Often my parents would come in and I'd be
"defending myself from attackers" and beating my fists into my pillow or the clothes in my closet. It even got so bad that my freshman year of
college, I dreamt being chased and sprinted down my entire dorm floor hallway at 5 am... All while asleep until I suddenly recognized a floor mate's
name tag on his door (Ankit). My sophomore year, I had a single room apartment and lived alone-- I had auditory hallucinations of a phone call with a
girlfriend where she told me her friends would be coming over with her, so I paced around my apartment in the dark "on the phone with her" and
preparing the clean up my apartment so that it was presentable. Then I realized what was going on, standing in my dark kitchen, and returned to bed.
As far as the frightening hallucinations go, I was sleeping in my basement after a night out with my friends. I was on one couch, my buddy was on the
other. I opened my eyes to an old lady holding a baby, rocking back and forth in the empty lazy boy chair, who turned her head at me and put a finger
to her mouth to shush me. For obvious reasons, I freaked out and tried to wake my friend while keeping my distance from the lady. He was always a
heavy sleeper and snorer, so he didn't wake. I shifted my eyes back and forth from him to the lady, then suddenly she--to the best I can explain
it--disintegrated, disappearing as if she was made of puzzle pieces being randomly removed. That same night, my eyes opened to a shadow figure sitting
at my feet, on the end of the couch. For some reason, I thought it was my current girlfriend (at the time, now an ex). She stood up and twirled like a
ballerina away from me into the other room where a window was, her dark shape sticking out in the light as the distance shrank her. Then she came back
toward me but remained the same size (so technically, I guess, shrank as she came back) and then disappeared. I remember asking her to come back as
she twirled away.
That wasn't the first time a shadow figure hallucination brought out strong attraction in me. Another one had been a girl I didn't know, but who I
felt strongly in love with during the hallucination. It was as if I knew her. She was on the floor at the side of my bed. I peeked over and wanted her
to come cuddle, and she retreated to the closet. I turned the light on and she was gone. I felt temporary despair over it because I had intense
emotion for this entity that, by morning, I had forgotten about almost. Weird, right?
Other hallucinations have been more frightening and demonic (that old lady one ranks in the top 3 scary though). Junior year of college (a little over
2 years ago), my girlfriend at the time was sleeping next to me, and I hallucinated her sitting up and throwing a Molotov cocktail at my door, which
then erupted in flames. The hallucination included some sensations of heat and the illumination you'd expect to see as a flames rose. Then it was
gone, I looked over and my girlfriend was sound asleep.
Then there's the two scariest... These were both the most recent and last that I had. They occurred the summer before my senior year of college, so,
in July, it'll be 2 years. I don't know which is worse. I felt a presence, opened my eyes, and saw a tall, demonic figure with a discernible wide,
twisted grin towering in the corner of my room, growing and shrinking as he heaved breaths. By that time, I was quite used to freaky
hallucinations--so while I was freaked out and disturbed, I simply turned my lights on (which made it disappear), assured myself out loud that I
wasn't scared (I'm not scared, I'm not scared, I'm not scared), turned the light off and went back to sleep. Some time later, I felt a presence,
opened my eyes, and heard "YOU'RE NOT SCARED OF ME?" in a thunderous voice, a huge bang like thunder, and the whole room lit up in a bizarre flash of
light (as if I had turned my lamp back on) before returning to darkness. I'm not entirely ashamed to admit that, at 21 years old, I rushed into my
parents' room and over back and forth freaking the absolute F out. My parents woke and tried to console me before I went to bed.
Lastly and equally as terrifying... My last "hallucination" ( two years ago in July, also at age 21). I once again felt a presence and opened my eyes
to see a glowing pale woman at the opposite corner of my king sized bed staring right into my petrified soul and beginning to crawl toward me. I sat
up and pushed myself back, freaking the absolute F out once again and kicking my feet toward her. Crawling toward my bed, she suddenly retreated back
and hid herself behind the chair in the corner of my room, peeking her head out toward me. My parents heard the commotion and opened the door to my
room. The hideous woman disappeared. Wide eyed, I explained what I had saw, turning my light on and going to the bathroom. When I returned to my room,
I reached my arms out and caught myself before passing through the door--my lights still on--and wouldn't enter. I was very, very disturbed, despite
the fact that I "knew what was going on, that it was just another hallucination." I finally entered, grabbed the small statue of Michael slaying
Lucifer (a scene which I now have tattooed on my arm, part of a half sleeve), and placed it on my bedside table before turning my light off and trying
to return to sleep.
So how did I make it all stop? Well, take this however you want it, but finding Jesus was actually the end of these horrifying hallucinations for me.
I was raised Catholic but I didn't truly find Christ until around this point in my life. I also had a very tough upbringing, endured a lot of abuse,
and suffered from PTSD with severe depression and anxiety. Jesus was the true beginning of the healing process for me. I've certainly found that the
darker, more depressed periods of my life also had more of these frightening hallucinations... But I attribute the end of these demonic hallucinations
to Christ because I haven't been 100% perfectly happy and free from depression since then
edit on 17-5-2016 by Achilles92x because: (no reason