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Dark Jedi · 02-26-2002, 06:44 AM

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Originally posted by emphryio:
Wow! I just finished reading the majority of those links.

I think first of all, as I said before, I think whatever you start to think about, simply happens in this state.

I think the main reason for the majority of the hallucinations being nightmarish is because when you're laying there paralyzed and defenseless, your first thoughts are going to be about someone possibly using this opportunity to harm you.

It would seem I must have relatively little to no imagination compared to most of these people. But I think its just that I don't have much fear in me towards others physically hurting me. (I have serious confidence that I can kick ass). And also I was mostly just worried about being permanently paralyzed.

And with all the talk of demons, devils, hags, pure evil, I wonder if a lot of this people have been well indoctrinated into Christianity.

Anyway, I'm definitely going to do some experiments with this.

No kidding. Maybe this is the 'proof' of accepting god that so many talk of.

I guess that explains why church sermons are so boring. If you are so open to suggestion in this state, isn't it in their best interest to try to put you there?

There you have it. Church is mass hypnosis as developed over the centuries. Case solved, religion can go away now.
Really.
The door's that way --->

Damn. Didn't work.

Dark Jedi · 02-26-2002, 06:55 AM

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Originally posted by three4jump:
When I was a kid and I had something that might have been sleep paralysis, I would always be paralyzed in bed, terrified but unable to scream, while a clown stood outside my window and watched me. He would never do anything, he just stood there, looking at me. Man I hate clowns.

Bart: "Can't sleep. Clown will eat me. Can't sleep. Clown will eat me."

"Lisa's first word" Episode 9F08, Fourth season.

Homer tries to build Bart a clown bed to replace his crib. It turns out to look like an evil leering fanged clown hovering over Bart's head.

Dark Jedi · 02-26-2002, 07:01 AM

So now my experiences:

When I was very young, I had odd drams like this. A menacing presence, big, threatening, would be stalking me, and I could not move. This went on for years, and was cure by a movie, of all things.

I watched "Dreamscape" and it was an epiphany. These were MY dreams, so they would do as I told them to.

Next time it happened, I went looking for the presence, captured it, and rode it around. I decided it could fly, and it did. So on and so on.

Never had them again. Closest I can imagine since then was an odd sence of entering another plane, like astral travel like thing. There were others there, but I could not talk to them. Clearly a dream, but very realistic. Were I of a religious bent, likely I would have called this my awakening, or a calling from god... I can definately see where some of the more reasonable fanatics might get their strength of belief.

[ February 26, 2002: Message edited by: Dark Jedi ]

Duck! · 02-27-2002, 10:26 PM

The first time it happened to me, I woke up in the middle of the night and I was lying flat on my back. I tried to move, but couldn't. I could feel a weight on my chest and the more I tried to move the more it pushed down on me. I tried to scream but no sound would come out. I was genuinely starting to freak out. I could hear whatever it was on my chest (I thought it was some sort of gremlin or something) breathing noisily. I could actual feel the malevolence in the air. Eventually I heard the little fucker laughing as he ran off. I could hear him as he seemed to climb underneath the floorboards the scuttled off to whatever underground lair he lived in. Or so it seemed. A while later I was aware that the paralysis had gone and I could yell out. For years afterwards I was totally convinced that I had a supernatural presence and that the house I was living in at the time was haunted or cursed in some way. It was only years later that while doing in internet search for sleep disorders (I've never been a sound sleeper and shift work doesn't help) that I happened to come across an article about sleep paralysis and all my fears were instantly laid to rest.

Not long after my first experience, I had another freaky sleep paralysis hallucination. I woke up, again flat on my back, and I was aware that something was wrong. I was in my bedroom alright and I recognised my surroundings. But I had this dreadful feeling that something was really wrong. Again I had the feeling of ugly malevolence in the air. I could hear moaning and faint crying in the distance. All of a sudden I was aware that there was a dark figure standing beside me. I then realised that I couldn't move. I tried to move my head towards the figure but I couldn't. And I couldn't shout out. But I could see the figure well enough to realise who it was. It was the grim reaper dressed in stereotypical grim reaper getup. Black tattered cloaks, upper half of face masked by hood. Scythe in one hand. You get the picture. I've never felt such raw terror in my life. I never snapped out of it. I just became aware gradually that I was fully awake and that the terror was over. But I knew that it was no nightmare. Dreams have a strange, disjointed quality that's not like real life. But this felt as real as it gets. It was really creepy and scary. But the thing that really creeped me out was that three days later my grandfather died. So that cemented that fact in my mind. I had a premonition of his death.

The third freaky sleep paralysis I had involved me waking up on my back but my head was to one side which allowed a more panoramic view of the weirdness at hand. I was in a cemetery and I was lying on one of those above ground graves. You know those ones which are like a raised up horizontal tombstone box with the coffin inside? And all around me were old graves, some very worn and neglected. There was an old rundown church and there were yew trees. And again, the grim reaper was there. Dressed just like before, scythe and all. And again I was scared but couldn't move or scream. And he was standing beside two graves. Each headstone was covered in a bag that looked like a coalsack. And he slowly walked over to each grave and removed the sack. On each headstone there was a number carved and nothing else. One had the number "55" carved and the other had the number "85" carved. For some reason these numbers scared me a lot. And sure enough, the scene seemed to melt away until I was aware that I was lying on my side on my bed and I could move again.

Bizarre, but there you go.

Duck!

Duck! · 02-27-2002, 10:30 PM

p.s. having had these kind of freakishly real experiences, one with the added oddity of coinciding with a reallife incident, it does help you to empathise with people who absolutely insist that they've seen ghosts, but refuse to admit that it was a dream or hallucination.

Duck!

02-26-2002, 07:01 AM	#33
Dark Jedi Veteran Member Join Date: Oct 2001 Location: Afghanistan Posts: 4,666	So now my experiences: When I was very young, I had odd drams like this. A menacing presence, big, threatening, would be stalking me, and I could not move. This went on for years, and was cure by a movie, of all things. I watched "Dreamscape" and it was an epiphany. These were MY dreams, so they would do as I told them to. Next time it happened, I went looking for the presence, captured it, and rode it around. I decided it could fly, and it did. So on and so on. Never had them again. Closest I can imagine since then was an odd sence of entering another plane, like astral travel like thing. There were others there, but I could not talk to them. Clearly a dream, but very realistic. Were I of a religious bent, likely I would have called this my awakening, or a calling from god... I can definately see where some of the more reasonable fanatics might get their strength of belief. [ February 26, 2002: Message edited by: Dark Jedi ]</p>

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02-27-2002, 10:26 PM	#34
Duck! Veteran Member Join Date: Mar 2001 Location: Ireland Posts: 3,647	The first time it happened to me, I woke up in the middle of the night and I was lying flat on my back. I tried to move, but couldn't. I could feel a weight on my chest and the more I tried to move the more it pushed down on me. I tried to scream but no sound would come out. I was genuinely starting to freak out. I could hear whatever it was on my chest (I thought it was some sort of gremlin or something) breathing noisily. I could actual feel the malevolence in the air. Eventually I heard the little fucker laughing as he ran off. I could hear him as he seemed to climb underneath the floorboards the scuttled off to whatever underground lair he lived in. Or so it seemed. A while later I was aware that the paralysis had gone and I could yell out. For years afterwards I was totally convinced that I had a supernatural presence and that the house I was living in at the time was haunted or cursed in some way. It was only years later that while doing in internet search for sleep disorders (I've never been a sound sleeper and shift work doesn't help) that I happened to come across an article about sleep paralysis and all my fears were instantly laid to rest. Not long after my first experience, I had another freaky sleep paralysis hallucination. I woke up, again flat on my back, and I was aware that something was wrong. I was in my bedroom alright and I recognised my surroundings. But I had this dreadful feeling that something was really wrong. Again I had the feeling of ugly malevolence in the air. I could hear moaning and faint crying in the distance. All of a sudden I was aware that there was a dark figure standing beside me. I then realised that I couldn't move. I tried to move my head towards the figure but I couldn't. And I couldn't shout out. But I could see the figure well enough to realise who it was. It was the grim reaper dressed in stereotypical grim reaper getup. Black tattered cloaks, upper half of face masked by hood. Scythe in one hand. You get the picture. I've never felt such raw terror in my life. I never snapped out of it. I just became aware gradually that I was fully awake and that the terror was over. But I knew that it was no nightmare. Dreams have a strange, disjointed quality that's not like real life. But this felt as real as it gets. It was really creepy and scary. But the thing that really creeped me out was that three days later my grandfather died. So that cemented that fact in my mind. I had a premonition of his death. The third freaky sleep paralysis I had involved me waking up on my back but my head was to one side which allowed a more panoramic view of the weirdness at hand. I was in a cemetery and I was lying on one of those above ground graves. You know those ones which are like a raised up horizontal tombstone box with the coffin inside? And all around me were old graves, some very worn and neglected. There was an old rundown church and there were yew trees. And again, the grim reaper was there. Dressed just like before, scythe and all. And again I was scared but couldn't move or scream. And he was standing beside two graves. Each headstone was covered in a bag that looked like a coalsack. And he slowly walked over to each grave and removed the sack. On each headstone there was a number carved and nothing else. One had the number "55" carved and the other had the number "85" carved. For some reason these numbers scared me a lot. And sure enough, the scene seemed to melt away until I was aware that I was lying on my side on my bed and I could move again. Bizarre, but there you go. Duck!

02-27-2002, 10:30 PM	#35
Duck! Veteran Member Join Date: Mar 2001 Location: Ireland Posts: 3,647	p.s. having had these kind of freakishly real experiences, one with the added oddity of coinciding with a reallife incident, it does help you to empathise with people who absolutely insist that they've seen ghosts, but refuse to admit that it was a dream or hallucination. Duck!

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