Sleep Paralysis
Last night, I went to sleep at around 1.
I was in for quite a scary night.
I had spent much of the past week drinking. Partly to stay warm because of the massive power outage in Connecticut and the other half to make it into a club or two with some friends so I wouldn’t be an awkward wall flower like I normally am. I don’t enjoy alcohol all that much. Especially in the quantities I drank this week.
I laid on my side last night. Normally I sleep on my back, but for some reason I couldn’t get comfortable. I must have been exhausted, because immediately after laying down, I felt my body begin to lift up. It wasn’t far from the feeling of the lucid dream I had. That is, until I felt myself come back down. I began to feel pressure all over my body, pushing me down into the mattress.
Moments after this I could hear audible voices. I could actually distinguish words. I can’t remember them now, but I do remember feeling threatened and very uncomfortable.
I started to get out of bed, and I walked to my window. I looked outside after I heard some noise. I saw an entire different street. My usual window scenery was gone and had been replaced with a whole ‘nother street. My window itself was foreign in design. I turned around and looked at my bed.
It looked as if there was someone laying in it. I couldn’t care though. I jumped on top of it and hoped I could return to normal.
I started thinking about the chord I learned on guitar recently. Except the sounds were telling me it was their sound. Like it summoned them, empowered them. I kept trying to think soothing thoughts.
I kept trying to wake up. Every time I thought I woke up, I’d realize I couldn’t move. I’d make this really loud groaning sound unintentionally (I don’t think it was really that loud, but to me it was like a whaling cough that I could hear very loudly) as I tried to move my body. I could see my alarm clock and the stereo in my room. But I was paralyzed.
Every shadow in my room seemed threatening. After many tries to wake up, I finally managed to pull myself out of sleep. I got up, turned on the lights and went downstairs. Everything was unreal. I almost thought I was still asleep, because I swore I kept seeing things, and even thought I saw a cadaver sitting on the toilet in my bathroom as I walked down the hall.
Fuckin’ Freaky.
Unpleasant experience.
Fuck.
