I was going to post a reply to the other thread entitled Sleep Paralysis - Victims, but, though I can find it through a search, it isn't showing on
the main paranormal board, so I don't see the point.
I don't believe that sleep paralysis is anything sinister, though it can seem that way when you've had several episodes.
MajorMalfunction gave a good explanation of what causes sleep paralysis, in another thread:
Your body is locked down because part of your mind is still dreaming. That's the normal way it works -- the body is paralyzed during REM sleep so
that you don't flail around and hurt yourself during the course of dreaming.
so basically, the "entities" you see are dreams being superimposed over your conscious sight.
I've had several experiences in the past, two of which were very memorable. The first one was when myself and my sister were visiting our adult
nephew, back home - there's about eight years between myself and this nephew. We shared his double bed while he slept on the sofa and at some point
during the night I woke up, lying on my back which, as far as I know, is normally the postition people are in when experiencing sleep paralysis. I
remember looking at the cat [he had a cat] which for some reason was sitting on the dresser. I couldn't move but at this point I don't remember
being bothered by this, so I must have been more in sleep than awake, but I must have started to wake up because I was trying to focus on the cat more
and I could make out the details of the surrounding room of that particular point; it looked as it would if I'd had my eyes open, looking in the
dark.
Then, to my horror, it was as if my eyes suddenly focused as I realised that what I was looking at wasn't the cat a few feet away on the dresser, but
a white face, just inches from mine, grinning at me. I couldn't move but stare into this grinning face, and though it was probably just seconds
before I could move, it was simply horrible!
It was like your fears coming to greet you. I reckon it had something to do with a memory I have after watching a certain part of the film An American
Werewolf in London, as a kid which terrified me, and though I've seen it since, that particular part has always been there, buried deep, associated