a reply to: blueman12
I never have had this experience of constantly waking up and then being sucked back into sleep paralysis.
I sure have. I remember one night where I went to sleep early in a den just off of the living room figuring my SO could have the run of the house
without me sleeping in the prime living spaces. So there were lights on and activity in the adjoining room/s as I fell off to sleep. My door was
As I lay there trying to find my sleepy-place, the fun began. I was slammed four times with very powerful episodes of SP. I mean the kind where the
body feels like it is up in a wrestler's-arch and the sense of fear seems like it must be coming from some firehose attached to Satan's own supply of
the stuff. If someone were to, for whatever reason, ask me, "Hey Dan? Have you ever experienced pure fear?", I could honestly answer, "Yes". The fear
was so crazy that at one point I was able reach this place where I was as objective as a person could ever hope to be about such a thing; it was just
pure crystalline fear.
The first time it hit I was all like, "Ah hell no, not tonight, I have to be up early.", and I sat straight up like you said that you did. I had
learned that one over the years; brute force breakout from the SP. I went to the washroom and splashed water on my face. I felt pissed. I laid
It hits again. I arch up. The pure fear. I see this weird glowing blue rectangular portal opening up above the closet doors. I go through the same
process: sit up, rinse, repeat, only this time I think that I am going to sleep on my side in the hopes of thwarting the whole ordeal by not lying on
But no, it slams me again. This time I can't arch up. I am overwhelmed by the noise and sensation of the aura and I am paralyzed again. The fear kicks
in. I let it as I struggle to open my eyes and look. The adjoining room is dark and bluish. There was someone awake when I had gotten up last, "Why
didn't she check on me when I got up twice, all loudly and frustrated?", "Why did she just turn out the lights and go to sleep?", "How could she with
all this #ing roaring noise?", and then I see it. It's the size of a kleenex box and has legs like a daddy-long-legs spider and with my supernatural
vision I see through the door and it's attached up on the drapes way across the living room. It runs straight for me and is right at the door when I
yank myself out again. I have
to get up early!
I sat on the edge of the bed and thought things through. The lights were all off and I had apparently burned hours dealing with the crap because it
was closing on midnight. I didn't splash my face, I just laid back down and tried to sleep.
When I was about 11, I used to have a strange re-occurring hypnagogia that was also a little like SP, but a blessed break from my typical bouts as I
would enter this very peaceful state. I used to love listening to my little portable am radio as I fell asleep. After I turned it off and went to
sleep, I would sometimes have this sleep-thing where I was semi-awake and sort of blissful, my room would be awash in this strange light, and I would
place my hand against the wall in this certain way and rub my thumb and first two fingers together so that they would create this scratching
"static-y" sound. When I made enough of the sound I could hear my am stations in the static.
I went right to sleep after I lay down for the fourth time. It seemed prudent to stay quiet at this hour. The SP didn't hit me like a freight-train
again, like I thought it might. I awoke much later in that same semi-blissful twilight state as when I was a child, entirely gruntled by a familiar
scratching static-y noise. I looked to the sound. My arm was propped up so my hand was on the wall. In the strange light I could see that my fingers
were busy twining out the sound and I realized that the kleenex-box spider was parked on the wall next to my hand. We were talking through the static
about something that I suppose I will only ever understand asleep. I yanked myself out again, with this weird feeling of embarrassment. It was almost
It's the repeating episodes like that, that ultimately led to me being able to induce the experience in myself, and to much later gain something that
I would call "control" over it.
Thanks for your candid post.
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