Oh Poor Cody and his family have got some big problems there.
I couldn't move that fast during an episode if I tried!.
I find it strange that most people in that doc account that they feel a presence beforehand. I've never really to my knowledge encountered such a
thing. My own experiences kick off with a low hum/rythmical buzzing and crackling that seem's to stem from the middle and deepest reaches of my
brain and get's louder and painful by the second, to the point where it feels as though atoms are splitting and remeshing in my brain. I would reason
that's where the scientific response comes into it, it would seem that for me at least my waking and dream mechanism and the neurons involved are
sparking like mad to work properly and failing dismally.
Anyway, it's always goes downhill fast from there on in...
I tend to put it down to stress, hormones or growth spurts (the last two from when it all kicked off and was at it's worst from age 8 till late
teens) and general overtiredness which in itself is a massive viscious circle when you are having attacks 3/4/5/6 times a night. Overall though it's
never been a regular thing, clusters of attacks come and go like the seasons in general, but when they come it's always a nasty suprise.
Obviously having lost count how many times I've experienced this but from age 8 to knocking on 40's door rapidly I'd hazard a guess it's probably
past 500 times by now that I've been witness to some odd things. Funnily enough, something sitting on my chest or an old woman I don't recall ever.
The long streak of pish shadow geezer must have a soft spot for me and usually just likes to stick himself backwards to ceilings and such like a
giant spider or stand there to freak me out, he's only ever attempted to wrench me off the bed by my ankles once, towards the massive mirror of all
things, so I make Mr Suspiria sleep mirror side now just in case. If it hasn't been him, it's been aliens, shadow blobs of no particular humanoid
shape, a flying demonic face with a huge lolling tongue flitting about all over the room occasionally divebombing to lick my face and laugh, oh and
the last time I had a number of what looked like 7/8 foot humanoid figures standing around the bed with egyptian God headgear on doing some weird
ritual type shizzle.
Yeah, it's been interesting if a tad tiring...
I got completely sick of it during my twenties and approached anyone who might know about it, they all said the same thing - concentrate on
relaxing/breathing and ignore what your eyes are supposedly seeing until you can move again. It worked like a charm for a few years, I could get
myself straight out as soon as the pain in my head and the noise subsided but it didn't work forever.
For now, just turning my bed around seem's to have stopped much of it, in about 8 months only shadow geezer has bothered his spooky arse twice just
to stare at me. I just hope this doesn't end up in me being the weird old lady next door who's forever moving furniture around in the dead of
night, just so she can get some peace.