I'm not sure where else to put this, but this forum seems to fit what I'm describing..
*** I have never experienced any type of abuse in my childhood, and my parents have been together since they were teenagers and are still married
now***
So to start - these are only 2 experiences (recurring) I’ve had out of many. These two situations happened many times from as far back as I can
remember (3-4) and stopped right after puberty started (12-13). Sorry for the length of this post.
First: A purple storm. There’s no other way for me to word what this was. These storms were/are definitely not normal. The brightest storm happened
around the same time as hurricane Katrina (2005) when the storms reached up north to New York. I was 10 years old, so this was 10 years ago, almost 11
now, but I remember it so vividly because it was such a shock, not even terrifying. My parents wanted me, my little brother (4), little sister (8),
and older sister (around 13) to sleep in the same room just to be together because weather + news reports all warned of high winds (we had dying trees
around our house) and flooding. We all shared my parents bed, with my older sister moving to the next room before midnight (it was through a connected
door, which was kept wide open). So looking at the bed as if standing from the bottom it was me at the end on the left, my dad, my little siblings and
then my mother all the way to the right side. I woke up at some point and immediately felt wide awake. I didn’t get out of bed, just stayed curled
up next to my dad, my back to him and everyone else, my face toward one of the windows in the bedroom. When I looked out of the window I thought it
was weird that the sky was bright - the same color “purple mountain majesty”, a color that made me extremely excited since kindergarten when I
first found the crayon - and it was specifically THIS color. The sky was all clouds and it was windy, which made the whole house creak. One noise did
catch my attention - like a couple of people sighing at the same time - and it came from near my mom, so I turned my head to look at her side of the
best and she was sitting up, facing the headboard, rocking back and forth, her face going just through the spaces in the headboard. Her lips were
moving extremely fast, almost vibrating, but the room was silent at this point. I remember being afraid only that she would notice I was awake and her
eyes would turn to me, so I closed my eyes and counted to three before looking back at her. She was asleep, her back to me, not having moved. She
didn’t get up in the middle of the night and start rocking back and forth - in fact her and my dad snored extremely loud and once I was done
counting and all of the normal sounds returned to my house, they were both in their deep sleeps, snoring like normal. I didn’t look outside again
after that, but remember that it was really dark in my room like it normally would be at that time instead of that eerie purple glow.
The second brightest storm happened the same year, during the fall / start of winter. I was sharing a bed with my older sister in the room connected
to my parents, the door open wide like normal. The window in my room had the blinds open, so I could see outside clearly. I don’t know what time I
woke up, but I know when I saw the clouds that bright purple again that I was going to see someone around me. This time I looked at my sister, sleep
on her stomach, and when I looked from her sleeping self to the window for a minute and then back, she was sitting up, her back perfectly straight,
her eyes open and staring at the window, her lips pressed together. I was so used to seeing this happen (remember, I’m only talking about the two
brightest storms, this happened many other times when there was only a dim purple light to the sky and I could only JUST make out the shadows /
outlines of my family members - mainly my mom and older sister). I remember reaching over to touch her, but freezing and saying to myself “this is
stupid” before closing my eyes and counting to three. When I opened my eyes, the sky was just normal dark cloudy grey, the sun probably rising
behind the clouds, and my sister was laying on her stomach asleep again.
Second: This part kind of goes hand and hand with the storms - the worst happened mostly between 2000-2010, but would take place is these horrible
nightmares / hallucinations (only way to describe them) where I would “wake up” only to be in another nightmare, to “wake up” again and it
would just continue until I would finally really wake up and get physically sick, throwing up or having stomach pains and headaches for days on end. I
didn’t tell my family about ANY of this happening because I had the feeling it would make life difficult. The nightmares were filled with horrible
abuse (sexual, physical, verbal) happening to me or members of my family / people I knew / strangers while I watched; “monsters” (?) with dark
metallic eyes that would take on the form of a family member and try to convince me that they were the “real dad” or “real mom” and their eyes
would go from normal to flashing metallic whenever my heart beat rose or I showed any sign of disbelief or fear; my body growing so large that I would
get stuck in dark tunnels or containers; me falling and flying, doing flips in the air, and dropping into my bed hard enough to actually wake up.. In
many of my nightmares I would hurt myself by pinching, punching, biting or even jumping off of things to “kill myself” so I could wake up because
I felt like I was in hell. I did have a few times where I wet the bed, but that was less than 10 times since I could remember. These nightmares had
gone on from as long as I could remember and stopped when I was around 14, only happening rarely since then. The last time it happened I could swear
that I was wide awake. I walked into my older sister's room that she rarely slept in, and sat on the bed, leaving the door cracked so I could see the
kitchen and my family interacting inside, but the bedroom light off so it was too dark to see anything. Something sat next to me and when I looked at
it, it was something in my dad's form. It switched from my dads, to my older sisters, back to my dad's a couple of times in a matter of seconds before
settling on my dad’s appearance. It looked at me and there were words I couldn't understand in my head, like another language. I looked at the door
(only opened about 6 inches) and took a deep breath before looking this monster in its eyes. It’s head turned at an unnatural angle to look back at
me, the neck just too long, body facing so straight but the head straight at me. It’s eyes were black, but reflective, like granite or some kind of
metal. It smiled and demanded I believe it’s my father. “I’m the real Dad. I’m the read Dad. I’m the read Dad.” I shook my head and said
out loud “No, you aren’t, and I’m not afraid of you.” and left the room, running to my dad to tell him I believed him - and he still has no
idea what I meant. Since then I haven’t had a nightmare with those beings.
If anyone has had any similar experiences please tell me, because now I’m 20 years old, in college, and working, and feel like I’m going crazy
because I can’t find anyone else who has had anything like this happen to them. I’ve been to doctors, I’ve taken tests, and nothing abnormal has
come up. So please, let me know.
edit on 25-10-2015 by oblivvious because: (no reason given)