Posts tagged ‘nightmare’

November 12, 2012

Sleep Paralysis Pt.2

I have been feeling terrible the past couple days, and I think it’s just a combination of not sleeping enough, worrying about financial things, and just being ready for Thanksgiving Break. Last night I decided to do the unthinkable and actually go to bed at a decent time. Mostly because my body wouldn’t have been able to handle being awake for another couple hours. I’m literally running on fumes here. But I decided to go to sleep. And that’s when it started to get strange.

I was driving in my car and it was pitch black outside. It really reminded me of one of those old, black and white movies. Had a couple friends in the backseat, just jokin’ around and such. I noticed however that I could barely see the road though, and also to my surprise that my headlights weren’t working. I tried to drive at a good pace until when I rounded the corner and ran over this random snowbank. After one of my friends suggested that I should get my eyes checked in a joking manner, we kept driving. Every minute it started to get harder to see considering it just kept getting darker. After I swerved again and nearly went into the other lane, I decided that I should probably turn off the road and stop for a bit.

I was starting to get a bit nervous in that there wasn’t any turnoffs. I finally found one and started to slow down to get off of the main road, only to my horror that it was the street of where I used to live. For some reason there was an immense feeling of dread, and I knew that something was terribly wrong because for some reason I shouldn’t be here. As I continued driving down the road I just knew that it was just an omen to be there right now.

This is where things started to be terrifying. I knew that if I continued down this road something really bad was going to happen. So out of sheer willpower, I was able to do something that I have never done before. I turned the car around. At that exact moment, whatever was guiding me down that road, to my old house didn’t want me to turn away. It was an absolute struggle to turn the car around, and at that moment I heard something in the backseat. It definitely wasn’t my friends anymore, and I fought with all of my strength not to turn around and see what had replaced them.

At that exact moment, whatever was trying to get me to go to my old house let up, and I woke up. Something was kind of odd, in that when I went to bed, I left the kitchen light on and it wasn’t on anymore. I couldn’t see that sliver of light from under my door. Not only that but not even five minutes had passed since I had that numbing dream. I found myself lying on my back once more, and decided to get up to go see why the light had turned off. The only thing was I couldn’t get up. I was literally paralyzed. I have never felt more helpless in my life. I gave every ounce of strength I had into moving my arm. It’s like one of those time when you’re arm or leg falls asleep and you try to move it, and it’s not necessarily painful but it’s scary in the lack of control you have in moving.

I tried not to panic, but I remember being in a similar situation just last year and what soon followed. I knew that I had to get up before it came. I was nearly in tears but I managed to get myself up, although I couldn’t feel a damn thing. I struggled to make my way over to my bedroom door and managed to open it with what little feeling there was in my fingers. The hallway was dark and panic started to seep into my mind knowing that the light should have still been on. I tried to make my way across the hallway to the bathroom when I heard a loud bang. My knee ended up hitting the door frame. Hard.

As I struggled to figure out what was going on…I started to black out. When I woke up, I found myself in my bed. I looked at my alarm clock and saw that only 20 minutes had passed since going to sleep. I looked over at my door and saw the thin sliver of light from the kitchen from under the door. I sat up, with ease this time, in the dark and felt tears rolling down my face.

I have never been in a nightmare that bad, and have the strength to determine the outcome of it. I have never woke up from one nightmare into another, with the feeling of absolute helplessness as I tried so desperately to move. All I knew was that I wanted to live, and if I would have continued to the end of that street I knew instinctively that something bad would happen. How and why did I know? I honestly have no idea, I just knew. What is wrong with me?

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November 5, 2011

Dreams

Lately I’ve been having these really vivid dreams. Actually, I wouldn’t even call them dreams but more so nightmares. I usually don’t have dreams, nevertheless the really clear ones, unless I’m super tired. And after that Scuba class on Thursday (our first open water class) I was wiped out.

Anyways, my first dream consisted of one of my best friends giving me a haircut. Since they were my friend I didn’t give a second thought about it, since I trusted them so much. However as the haircutting began so did my horror. My friend cut one swath through my hair and somehow in the process cut through half of my eyebrow. Now I know that when you’re describing a dream it sounds idiotic and the more you think about it, the more unbelievable it sounds. I felt so embarrassed, because there was no way that I would be going to school like this. I would rather take a calc final while being fed broccoli dipped in sour cream by angry midgets than to allow that crushing blow to my image. Anyways I woke up not too long after to my utter relief.

Night 2, consisted of an even more horrifying experience. The whole dream consisted of me sprinting for my life and playing the occasional hide and seek with a mob of zombies. This mostly consisted of me climbing and jumping over countless walls. There only seemed to be 50% gravity and I had an additional 50% increase to speed. I noticed that when I was passing cars as I ran. Hey, it may sound ridiculous now, but it all made sense while I was entrapped in that horrible nightmare. There was one part where I was sure that I would die. I was trapped in some random alleyway in the middle of the forest and the zombies were right behind me. There just happened to be a palm tree just in the corner so instinctively I hid behind it. Now a palm tree has enough mass to hide maybe a lamppost. But being completely mindless, the zombies just walked right past me through the wall at the end of the alley…Being as completely brainless as they were I probably could’ve stood in front of them and they would not have noticed. But I’m not trying that, not in a million years. The end of that dream consisted of me waking up to a glorious sunrise in a feather down bed. I woke up and walked out of my little shack to a magnificent green pasture that was nestled in the valley of two majestic mountains. That’s when I heard them, their shrieks…and it suddenly was dark again.

I really woke up at that moment, and I have never been so glad to wake up from a deep sleep. I was in a cold sweat, breathing hard, and pretty much crying like a baby…you would’ve thought that I had just been assigned physics homework from those conditions. Never have I been so glad to wake up to my neon Bruce Lee poster on the other side of my room. Not that I’m not glad on normal days, but even more so today. Because with Bruce the zombies have no chance.

So the moral of the story is: “A fight is not won by one punch or kick. Either learn to endure or hire a bodyguard” – B. Lee

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