Lonewulf
Humanistic Cyborg
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First, some background: I've recently been diagnosed with Bronchitis. I've been needing to take medication for about a week or so now, and I've been sick for about 3+ weeks. My medications include a Turbohaler, Codeine, and various pills that do FSM-knows-what.
Codeine has a side effect of making me sleepy, and I have to take it in the morning, afternoon, and evening. It makes me so sleepy, I end up getting little sleep, as I nap in the day and then can't sleep at night.
Well, last night, I could barely sleep; I had about 4 hours total, until it was time for school. I kept waking up every hour to half an hour or so (been a problem lately, don't know why). My mom is TDY, and has gone to the States, so I'm all alone in this house with a cat that loves to whine in the middle of the night because she misses her. Blah. Not fun.
Anyways... last night, I was about to activate one of my mini-sleeps, and I settled myself down... closed my eyes... and after a bit, something odd happened. Now, I feel that I was still awake, even though my eyes were closed (and couldn't open, really). I don't know if I imagined a voice and then heard it, or I heard the voice and then thought I just imagined it; but I heard a voice right next to my ear, which sounded much like a girl from my german-learning class. Now, here's the weird thing: The voice was crystal clear, as if it was existing outside of my body. Then, the voice traveled away, outside of my door, and down the stairs at surprising speed, upping it's pitch to nearly inhuman levels, sounding like a banshee out of hell.
I was kinda freaked out at this point, and I think I had goosebumps on my neck. But I couldn't bring myself to move. Then, the voice was right next to my ear again; this time, it was rattling off weird talk in a language that liked to roll it's "r"s a lot, but I doubt it said anything intelligible at all; I'm sure it was just my mind making up what sounded like a fitting language or somewhat. Now, the really weird thing: At this point, MY BED MOVED. I mean, it MOVED in just the same way you would expect it when someone was leaning over you, put their hand on your bed, and was using it to support their weight, and then had gotten up. The thing is, I never felt the bed depress; as in, I never felt the weight actually settle in, I just felt it "lift up".
After a few seconds after that, I opened my eyes and all was normal. The entire thing lasted, like, 2 minutes at most.
Is this a version of Sleep Paralysis?
If it is, I see why it can make believers. If I was living a few centuries ago, I'd be convinced that I just got visited by a ghost or demon.
Codeine has a side effect of making me sleepy, and I have to take it in the morning, afternoon, and evening. It makes me so sleepy, I end up getting little sleep, as I nap in the day and then can't sleep at night.
Well, last night, I could barely sleep; I had about 4 hours total, until it was time for school. I kept waking up every hour to half an hour or so (been a problem lately, don't know why). My mom is TDY, and has gone to the States, so I'm all alone in this house with a cat that loves to whine in the middle of the night because she misses her. Blah. Not fun.
Anyways... last night, I was about to activate one of my mini-sleeps, and I settled myself down... closed my eyes... and after a bit, something odd happened. Now, I feel that I was still awake, even though my eyes were closed (and couldn't open, really). I don't know if I imagined a voice and then heard it, or I heard the voice and then thought I just imagined it; but I heard a voice right next to my ear, which sounded much like a girl from my german-learning class. Now, here's the weird thing: The voice was crystal clear, as if it was existing outside of my body. Then, the voice traveled away, outside of my door, and down the stairs at surprising speed, upping it's pitch to nearly inhuman levels, sounding like a banshee out of hell.
I was kinda freaked out at this point, and I think I had goosebumps on my neck. But I couldn't bring myself to move. Then, the voice was right next to my ear again; this time, it was rattling off weird talk in a language that liked to roll it's "r"s a lot, but I doubt it said anything intelligible at all; I'm sure it was just my mind making up what sounded like a fitting language or somewhat. Now, the really weird thing: At this point, MY BED MOVED. I mean, it MOVED in just the same way you would expect it when someone was leaning over you, put their hand on your bed, and was using it to support their weight, and then had gotten up. The thing is, I never felt the bed depress; as in, I never felt the weight actually settle in, I just felt it "lift up".
After a few seconds after that, I opened my eyes and all was normal. The entire thing lasted, like, 2 minutes at most.
Is this a version of Sleep Paralysis?
If it is, I see why it can make believers. If I was living a few centuries ago, I'd be convinced that I just got visited by a ghost or demon.
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I've probably had hundreds. My first one happened when I was 9 and I woke up to spaceship lights outside my window and shadows moving about my room and I couldn't move. I only had a handful a year until maybe age 15 at which point I would get them between several times a night to several times a month. They died down a bit for a while during my late teens only to flare back up again in my early twenties. The one I had in Missouri where the therapist told me I was psychic was as follows: I was lulled from my sleep by a man's voice. He had a generic Native American accent (at this point I could see someone sitting at the side of my bed out of the corner of my eye though I couldn't move). He was speaking of the American government's atrocities against his tribe as it passed through the hills. To ensure his people couldn't escape the relocation process, all their horses were slaughtered and dumped in mass graves. As he said this I could hear the screaming of horses. Now, I don't know if any of you know what that sounds like but if you've ever heard a horse dying of colic you know it's excrutiatingly loud. It filled my ears until it hurt and I kept trying to move to get away from the noise and eventually I flung myself off the bed and at that point I could run out of the room. My ears rung for hours afterward. Was it the power of suggestion? Could be. Some kind of conversion disorder.... That's still the one that gives me chills to this day.
