Sleep paralysis/False awakenings
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derek
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You pervert.
Kevin, you need to read a book by David Jay Brown called Conversations on the Edge of the Apocalypse. Seriously, check it out.
Kevin, you need to read a book by David Jay Brown called Conversations on the Edge of the Apocalypse. Seriously, check it out.
Did you get pinpricks all over your skin and a shrieking sound in your ears too?
Well, the shaking starts out as a tingle, which I guess is kind of pin prickly. But no shrieking, just buzzing.
I like this thread alot.
I think this is why I like hallucinogens so much, its that feeling of discovering a different layer of reality, even weed gets you in this relaxed state where your senses are heightened and I'm almost super focused. I've done acid once, and was like I gained another sense, it was like I could feel energy... well not 'feel" but detect I guess? and just was so aware of the link between the intent of people to the energy the send out, send out with every action and thought, even in the ground and the trees it was fucking awesome, and there's this swelling of energy in my head and I had to learn how to just relax and let this HUGE amount just pass through me without interfering and when I'd just let it stream through me there was like this purple-yellow mesh from the top of my head but outside it... like I was seeing out of the top of my head, and it was this totally interconnected mesh of flowing energy. Salvia was alot more intense, I took the hit and held it in until the world around me rose away, the biggest thing I've EVER seen in my life, my brain used more computing power than I think it ever had before because I saw the universe go up and leave me sitting in a white space, infinite, elephant leg pillars covering other universes just like the foot that had lifted off me. So I'm in this white and I just get PUMMELLED by this force, reality in back and Im not in the right place, sort of like a 3d slide show, the page is flipping but I'm not where my drawing is so the page is hitting me, thats not what I experienced just the best way to describe it. So these reality walls are knocking me to the right and I have this view, its not a first person view its like I'm not even there, I've got a 360 degree from the inside looking out and the outside looking in at this mechanism of the universe, this tank track with walls on it, and I notice I'm approaching the turn around and start freaking out. Salvia is like, dreaming when you're awake for about 5 minutes.
So anyway the whole point was I think (some)drugs force you into these different mind-perception-states which many people meditate to achieve.
EDIT: oh another point was that, these learning resources do seem valuable, but at the same time they could also hinder your mind, because they seem to describe what you'll see or experience but thats really what they've experienced, so their just projecting their own ideas to you before you have a chance to really see for yourself, and their advice will influence the way you interpret your experience.
I think this is why I like hallucinogens so much, its that feeling of discovering a different layer of reality, even weed gets you in this relaxed state where your senses are heightened and I'm almost super focused. I've done acid once, and was like I gained another sense, it was like I could feel energy... well not 'feel" but detect I guess? and just was so aware of the link between the intent of people to the energy the send out, send out with every action and thought, even in the ground and the trees it was fucking awesome, and there's this swelling of energy in my head and I had to learn how to just relax and let this HUGE amount just pass through me without interfering and when I'd just let it stream through me there was like this purple-yellow mesh from the top of my head but outside it... like I was seeing out of the top of my head, and it was this totally interconnected mesh of flowing energy. Salvia was alot more intense, I took the hit and held it in until the world around me rose away, the biggest thing I've EVER seen in my life, my brain used more computing power than I think it ever had before because I saw the universe go up and leave me sitting in a white space, infinite, elephant leg pillars covering other universes just like the foot that had lifted off me. So I'm in this white and I just get PUMMELLED by this force, reality in back and Im not in the right place, sort of like a 3d slide show, the page is flipping but I'm not where my drawing is so the page is hitting me, thats not what I experienced just the best way to describe it. So these reality walls are knocking me to the right and I have this view, its not a first person view its like I'm not even there, I've got a 360 degree from the inside looking out and the outside looking in at this mechanism of the universe, this tank track with walls on it, and I notice I'm approaching the turn around and start freaking out. Salvia is like, dreaming when you're awake for about 5 minutes.
So anyway the whole point was I think (some)drugs force you into these different mind-perception-states which many people meditate to achieve.
EDIT: oh another point was that, these learning resources do seem valuable, but at the same time they could also hinder your mind, because they seem to describe what you'll see or experience but thats really what they've experienced, so their just projecting their own ideas to you before you have a chance to really see for yourself, and their advice will influence the way you interpret your experience.
Morganna
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Cara, I get the buzzing and the very loud humm sounds too. Especially if it is a particularly lucid and vivid dream. In much of mine, I can feel, and smell the air in that world. But when it's particularly realistic, The sound is replaced by the really loud buzzing. When I'm still awake, and I get the half asleep visual, It always seems to be louder in those cases. There have came times where it was so horribly loud, that if I wasn't fully awake before, I am now!
You'll all probably think I'm ridiculous/a drama queen/insane/trolling, but it's happened to me again and I promised myself I'd write down my experiences when they are still fresh in my mind. Before I start, remember that I've had sleep paralysis before, and I'm conscious of the way a mind can convince itself that things it imagines are real, and how real they can feel when it does so. I'm not some guy with an overactive imagination who believes everything the mind tells him. Keep that in mind as you read.
I've been doing night shifts during the weekend, so my rhythm is busted up, as it always is. Last night I slept for two hours, and today maybe four. At 09:30 I thought I'd take a little nap just to feel a bit better. I haven't taken naps for a long time because of the whole sleep paralysis thing, but recently I've been doing it again simply because I'd fall over otherwise. I'd been free of nasty experiences, and some part of me tries to make me believe it's because I've moved houses and "they" couldn't find me anymore.
I'd fallen asleep at around 10:00, I think (I fall asleep very slowly, even when I'm dead tired), and I had a dream about being executed. For those who've seen HBO's Rome, it was a copy of the scene where Titus Pullo executes Cicero, only guess whose place I took. It was just a dream, and I knew it, because I knew I was asleep. No worries there. I often have these kinds of dreams and they're usually harmless.
Only this time, the dream didn't stop when I was about to die. I was actually impaled and fell to the ground, and I couldn't feel a thing. And I really mean I couldn't feel a thing. People say you can't feel when you dream, but you can, it's just that sensation is so faint you don't know it's there until it's gone. The pulse of your heartbeat, the expansion of your lungs, even when you dream you still feel it faintly, even though you don't know until it's gone. Well, it was gone, and I knew it. I literally felt nothing, and even as my mind woke up from the dream I remained there, in the 'dream'. I was face-down on the ground, and I knew my jaw had been smashed out of its hinges by the fall, but I didn't feel anything, even though I was fully conscious.
I can't describe the feeling I had at that moment, but I'll try. The only thought that went through me at that moment was, "I'm dead. This is how it feels to be dead. This is how people die inexplicably in their sleep. I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead!"
I was in my room again, being me, but I was still "that way". And as always when it happens, some part of me that manages to retain its wits told me, "it's sleep paralysis again, don't worry, you've had this before, it's just sleep paralysis, you're going to feel terrified now and there's going to be presences in your room, and you won't be able to move, but it's just sleep paralysis".
At that point, I told that part, not verbally, but on the level you can only communicate with your own mind: "I've had sleep paralysis before, but I've never been dead! How do you explain this?" That part of me didn't reply. And then, thankfully, that faint bit of feeling you have when you sleep or dream came back. But with it, 'they' came again too. I was back in my room, in my body, but my body still sleeping and my mind awake. I was on my side, with my back to the door and my face to the windows. And behind me, that presence I'd been so terrified of before, came again. It manifested in a sound behind me, behind the door, a sound like of a beast's growling breath, and at the same time that of a saw going through a log. It was behind me, coming up the stairs, and coming closer.
I remember being able to open one eye. I saw the light coming in through the cracks in the blinds, but still my body didn't wake up. I tried to move, but as always, my body was unresponsive, save for one of my feet, which I managed to slowly move back and forth. Still it came closer, and it imprinted that feeling it always did when it came. I say imprinted, because that's what it's like. You don't communicate verbally in that state. I'll try to describe the feeling I got, but it's difficult to do in words.
It was there to drag me off. Not drag off my body and eat it, like you might think, but to drag me off. To grab my awake soul and tear it away from my sleeping body, to sever my connection with it and take it somewhere where there is only darkness. Not darkness like we know it, but darkness, where there is no sight, no sound, no hearing, nothing. My body would be found dead when my girlfriend came home, died in its sleep for some inexplicable reason.
I've heard of people having wondrous experiences when in trance, of getting the feeling that their body is like a car: useful, deserving care, but ultimately, you can live on when it dies and won't need it anymore. They're no longer afraid of death because they know they will keep existing after the body dies. It's not the feeling that I have. This will all sound incredibly laughable, but the feeling I got is that the feeling those people have is real, but it will not be for me, only for good people. I'm a bad person. I don't know why, but I am. I'm a person who doesn't deserve the wondrous feeling all those good people get. And they know, and they wait. They'll get me when I'm paralyzed long enough for them to snatch me, and if not, all they have to do is wait for me to die and be in that bodiless state permanently, so they'll have all the time they need to drag me off.
I managed to awaken in time, this time, by screaming mentally and focusing all my effort on moving my body so it wakes up. But what if I can't next time? I'm having a hard time convincing myself it was all a figment, my imagination running wild combined with the fear of an immobile body. I don't know why, but something tells me this was more real than I dare to think of.
Right now, I'm terrified of sleeping again. Even now, I find myself looking over my shoulder as I sit in front of my keyboard, with the sun coming in through the windows. It's 11:49, but it feels like it's evening. No, a better way to put it is that it feels like it's no time at all. It feels like they're still around me, but they can't touch me and I can't see them. Not while I'm awake. They're powerless when I'm awake. But they know all they have to do is wait until I sleep again. I have to sleep again some time.
I'm terrified, not the way you would be when you're staring down the barrel of a gun. I'm not afraid of death - I'm afraid of what will happen then. The barrel-of-a-gun feeling is your body trying desperately to stay alive - it's not fear. This was.
Make of this what you will. Even I don't know how to interpret it. But god dammit it felt real enough.
I've been doing night shifts during the weekend, so my rhythm is busted up, as it always is. Last night I slept for two hours, and today maybe four. At 09:30 I thought I'd take a little nap just to feel a bit better. I haven't taken naps for a long time because of the whole sleep paralysis thing, but recently I've been doing it again simply because I'd fall over otherwise. I'd been free of nasty experiences, and some part of me tries to make me believe it's because I've moved houses and "they" couldn't find me anymore.
I'd fallen asleep at around 10:00, I think (I fall asleep very slowly, even when I'm dead tired), and I had a dream about being executed. For those who've seen HBO's Rome, it was a copy of the scene where Titus Pullo executes Cicero, only guess whose place I took. It was just a dream, and I knew it, because I knew I was asleep. No worries there. I often have these kinds of dreams and they're usually harmless.
Only this time, the dream didn't stop when I was about to die. I was actually impaled and fell to the ground, and I couldn't feel a thing. And I really mean I couldn't feel a thing. People say you can't feel when you dream, but you can, it's just that sensation is so faint you don't know it's there until it's gone. The pulse of your heartbeat, the expansion of your lungs, even when you dream you still feel it faintly, even though you don't know until it's gone. Well, it was gone, and I knew it. I literally felt nothing, and even as my mind woke up from the dream I remained there, in the 'dream'. I was face-down on the ground, and I knew my jaw had been smashed out of its hinges by the fall, but I didn't feel anything, even though I was fully conscious.
I can't describe the feeling I had at that moment, but I'll try. The only thought that went through me at that moment was, "I'm dead. This is how it feels to be dead. This is how people die inexplicably in their sleep. I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead!"
I was in my room again, being me, but I was still "that way". And as always when it happens, some part of me that manages to retain its wits told me, "it's sleep paralysis again, don't worry, you've had this before, it's just sleep paralysis, you're going to feel terrified now and there's going to be presences in your room, and you won't be able to move, but it's just sleep paralysis".
At that point, I told that part, not verbally, but on the level you can only communicate with your own mind: "I've had sleep paralysis before, but I've never been dead! How do you explain this?" That part of me didn't reply. And then, thankfully, that faint bit of feeling you have when you sleep or dream came back. But with it, 'they' came again too. I was back in my room, in my body, but my body still sleeping and my mind awake. I was on my side, with my back to the door and my face to the windows. And behind me, that presence I'd been so terrified of before, came again. It manifested in a sound behind me, behind the door, a sound like of a beast's growling breath, and at the same time that of a saw going through a log. It was behind me, coming up the stairs, and coming closer.
I remember being able to open one eye. I saw the light coming in through the cracks in the blinds, but still my body didn't wake up. I tried to move, but as always, my body was unresponsive, save for one of my feet, which I managed to slowly move back and forth. Still it came closer, and it imprinted that feeling it always did when it came. I say imprinted, because that's what it's like. You don't communicate verbally in that state. I'll try to describe the feeling I got, but it's difficult to do in words.
It was there to drag me off. Not drag off my body and eat it, like you might think, but to drag me off. To grab my awake soul and tear it away from my sleeping body, to sever my connection with it and take it somewhere where there is only darkness. Not darkness like we know it, but darkness, where there is no sight, no sound, no hearing, nothing. My body would be found dead when my girlfriend came home, died in its sleep for some inexplicable reason.
I've heard of people having wondrous experiences when in trance, of getting the feeling that their body is like a car: useful, deserving care, but ultimately, you can live on when it dies and won't need it anymore. They're no longer afraid of death because they know they will keep existing after the body dies. It's not the feeling that I have. This will all sound incredibly laughable, but the feeling I got is that the feeling those people have is real, but it will not be for me, only for good people. I'm a bad person. I don't know why, but I am. I'm a person who doesn't deserve the wondrous feeling all those good people get. And they know, and they wait. They'll get me when I'm paralyzed long enough for them to snatch me, and if not, all they have to do is wait for me to die and be in that bodiless state permanently, so they'll have all the time they need to drag me off.
I managed to awaken in time, this time, by screaming mentally and focusing all my effort on moving my body so it wakes up. But what if I can't next time? I'm having a hard time convincing myself it was all a figment, my imagination running wild combined with the fear of an immobile body. I don't know why, but something tells me this was more real than I dare to think of.
Right now, I'm terrified of sleeping again. Even now, I find myself looking over my shoulder as I sit in front of my keyboard, with the sun coming in through the windows. It's 11:49, but it feels like it's evening. No, a better way to put it is that it feels like it's no time at all. It feels like they're still around me, but they can't touch me and I can't see them. Not while I'm awake. They're powerless when I'm awake. But they know all they have to do is wait until I sleep again. I have to sleep again some time.
I'm terrified, not the way you would be when you're staring down the barrel of a gun. I'm not afraid of death - I'm afraid of what will happen then. The barrel-of-a-gun feeling is your body trying desperately to stay alive - it's not fear. This was.
Make of this what you will. Even I don't know how to interpret it. But god dammit it felt real enough.
Well, they don't have a negative impact on my daily existence, because I don't feel any of those things when I'm awake. It's just those few episodes of intense fear, but when I wake up, it usually fades fast. This one will probably be gone in a few hours as well, leaving me to scratch my head and wonder what possessed me to write all this.
I haven't seen someone yet, no, but there's very little that can be done about it. The only thing I can do to "cure" it is adopt a more regular sleeping pattern (SP always occurs when the subject is suffering from sleep deprivation, emotional distress or intoxication), but since I work in shifts, that's not gonna happen.
Thanks for the reply, I'm glad you're not all laughing
Morbides
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Ah yes, OoBEs. It's been suggested that OoBEs and sleep paralysis are two sides of the same coin, with OoBEs occurring when the subject focuses on the positive, inquisitive of the experience, and sleep paralysis occurring when the subject is surprised, fearful, or otherwise in a negative emotional state during the episode. It's arguable, and a lot can be said for this theory, but I'm not sure.
From Wikipedo:
Many perceptions associated with sleep paralysis (visceral buzzing, loud sounds, adrenal mental state, presences, and the paralysis itself) also constitute a common phase in the early progression of episodes referred to as out of body experiences.[15][16] Mental focus varies between the two conditions; paralysis sufferers tend to fixate on reestablishing operation of the body, whereas subjects of out-of-body episodes are more occupied by perceived non-equivalence with the body.
At any rate, most OoBE type people agree that fear is a one-way ticket back into your body, usually with a physically painful shock. While I have had splitting headaches after getting out of sleep paralysis, fear doesn't knock me back into my body and wake me up - quite the contrary. I've felt the sense of displacement, the pinpricks, the vibrations, the hummings, all those things preceding an OoBE too, but the only experiences I've had were terrifying ones.
From Wikipedo:
Many perceptions associated with sleep paralysis (visceral buzzing, loud sounds, adrenal mental state, presences, and the paralysis itself) also constitute a common phase in the early progression of episodes referred to as out of body experiences.[15][16] Mental focus varies between the two conditions; paralysis sufferers tend to fixate on reestablishing operation of the body, whereas subjects of out-of-body episodes are more occupied by perceived non-equivalence with the body.
At any rate, most OoBE type people agree that fear is a one-way ticket back into your body, usually with a physically painful shock. While I have had splitting headaches after getting out of sleep paralysis, fear doesn't knock me back into my body and wake me up - quite the contrary. I've felt the sense of displacement, the pinpricks, the vibrations, the hummings, all those things preceding an OoBE too, but the only experiences I've had were terrifying ones.
I think I'm awake
Rolling on my blanket
I am sinking into the bed
Light around me
Beautful washes of pulsating color
Buzzing white noise
It sounds like one hundred bees
I too once thought the radio played
Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed
I too once thought the radio played
Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed
Pulsing
You control it
Body's asleep
And your mind is awake
I too once thought the radio played
Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed
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Interestingly, sleep paralysis is actually called "scissor lock" in some (I think) African countries.
Dead_Lioness
Godless
wow... what a thread, can't believe I missed it until now.
That actually never happened to me, but reading about your stories and about what Sleep paralysis/False awakenings is online just now really sounds interesting. actually, False Awakenings I have experienced before (when I thought I am awake and going to work, and do daily things only to wake up from that "dream" a few minutes later) but not often.
But Sleep Paralysis? wow that sounds INTENSE! Never had that feeling or had it happen to me, but that really sounds like something so intense...
That actually never happened to me, but reading about your stories and about what Sleep paralysis/False awakenings is online just now really sounds interesting. actually, False Awakenings I have experienced before (when I thought I am awake and going to work, and do daily things only to wake up from that "dream" a few minutes later) but not often.
But Sleep Paralysis? wow that sounds INTENSE! Never had that feeling or had it happen to me, but that really sounds like something so intense...
Yup, those are false awakenings, most likely Type I, the non-terrifying kind. I get Type IIs mostly, where you wake up and feel like something's wrong, and you get a feeling of dread. Sometimes I open the blinds and there's no one out there, no birds, no people, nothing.
I hope it never happens to you. It's not intense in the good way.
slashvanyoung
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It feels so intense and real because your misfiring brain sends out the exact same signals as if it would really happen to you.
Everything you're describing are exact symptoms for sleep paralysis. You went from a lucid dream into a semi-awake state and what's so terrifying is your brain projecting dream content over the actual, real perceptions you're getting from waking up.
It doesn't sound like you're suffering from Narcolepsy and you're messed-up biorhythm is most likely the cause, but consulting a doctor wouldn't hurt.
Everything you're describing are exact symptoms for sleep paralysis. You went from a lucid dream into a semi-awake state and what's so terrifying is your brain projecting dream content over the actual, real perceptions you're getting from waking up.
It doesn't sound like you're suffering from Narcolepsy and you're messed-up biorhythm is most likely the cause, but consulting a doctor wouldn't hurt.
Jeez Tobey, that sounds terrible! It must suck to feel so threatened. I don't think anything's after you because you're a bad person, because you're NOT a bad person. Maybe you just have a bad spirit attached to you, if you really feel that something is there. You need some cats! Let that little orange fella live with you full-time. I know the majority of people here think ghosts are rubbish, but all the really freaky paranormal events that happened at my grandma's house, stopped once she had a few cats.
Thankfully I haven't suffered sleep paralysis in several years, not since it happened when I lived in Maryland. And as for astral projection, I'll never do that again. It still scares the crap out of me when I think back on it.
Thankfully I haven't suffered sleep paralysis in several years, not since it happened when I lived in Maryland. And as for astral projection, I'll never do that again. It still scares the crap out of me when I think back on it.
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