Sleeping Paralysis question.

I just had a somewhat new experiance and was wondering if anyone had any insight to what may have happend.

I was taking a short nap and started dreaming. In my dream, I think I was trying to teach myself how to float my body. Or levitate slightly. I was in my bed and kept trying to get into a meditate state in order to feel a certain way. Once I got this specific light feeling, I could feel my legs to start floating.

Then I woke up. Checked the time on the clock and went to rest a bit more. I fell into a sleep paralysis state fast. I let this happen and messed around in it for a little bit. Then I heard this scratch-like noise gliding across the edge of my walls until it ended up next to me.

I was wierded out, so I forced myself out of that state. Then when I "woke" up. I laid in bed for a moment before I quickly fell into sleep paralysis again. This time my body felt achy/sore overall. I immediately thought that there may be a bad presence or shadow person messing with me.

I really wasn't sure and was getting no visuals in my dream room. I forced myself to wake up again by either a brute force-like feeling or by moving small body parts.

This happend over and over for maybe 10 times. Eventually I just decided to wake up totally by sitting up. However, it felt difficult to do this. My body REALLY wanted to go back into this state. Everytime I woke I felt very heavy and immediately felt like I was getting sucked back into sleep paralysis.

Anyway, I really was not sure if there was anything real entity in the room. I usually have no anxiety about experimenting with this stuff, but I was too wierded out by this sh!tty feeling to allow myself to completly slip into sleep paraysis. I was a little scared of losing control.

I may have just been screwing with my body's desire to sleep and operating its subconcious sleep work. That may have been why I was feeling pain.

If anybody has any insight or ideas, I would appreciate it. I never have had this experiance of constantly waking up and then being sucked back into sleep paralysis. Thanks for reading.

Was it hard to breath?
Did you try to.yell?

a reply to: blueman12

I would think that if it is an entity, then a doorway was opened during one of your sessions, allowing something to latch onto you. Perhaps it cannot fully manifest unless you're in a certain state, so it keeps pulling you back...like in the movies when the good guy is almost through the escape hatch, but there's this persistent bad guy yanking him back down by his ankle.

I would suggest having someone neutral to your situation coming in and doing a cleansing. Don't do it yourself, because you'll simply attract the wretched thing with your energy, and it already has a fondness for you.

If you continue to induce this sleep state, you seriously need some strong protection. You're making yourself vulnerable to parasitic entities. Make sure your bed or whatever you're sleeping on is not positioned so that when lying down, your feet point toward a doorway. This invites negative energy into your space. Don't have mirrors in the room at all, for the same reason.

But you would probably benefit from taking a break from your experimentation for a week or so. The grasp these things have is tenuous...that's why they cling so tightly. Stop giving them a feeding ground and they'll move on elsewhere.

You might try filming yourself while you're in this state, and asleep in general. You might get a better idea of what is happening if you catch something on video. Lots of people do that when they suspect an entity is involved. Just be careful.

I'd advise you to give it a few days. See if you feel anything different, as attached negative entities usually cause some observable effects on one's life. If there's nothing different, I think you can dismiss this experience as hypnagogic hallucination, or a one-time, opportunistic visit from this entity, if it was in fact an entity.
In any case, maybe you should put some work in shielding, praying or something to that effect, whatever suits you best.

This is probably a chemical effect in the brain which could be environmental in origin (something you ate, drank etc) or even mood, or stress related.

Unless your butt hole hurts, then its aliens.

It's really normal to have the feeling that something's in the room when you're having one of these. In fact, it's really rare that I have one that doesn't involve that. How intrusive or aggressive that gets sort of sets the stage for how awful the experience will be.

I used to have some real rippers. But they've toned down as time has gone by - a few days ago I had what I call a 'no-show', you get the entire sleep paralysis sequence but NOTHING happens. It's like the monster forgot to make the curtain call. I fell into the thing with my mind churning away on a project problem, then realized in the middle of it that I was alternating between microsleeps and a sleep paralysis session. I couldn't move, and everything was way too loud, and...nothing. I just laid there frozen and listened to the fan and my breath for what seemed like forever. Didn't have the feeling of impending doom you usually get, either. Just boring.

a reply to: Bedlam

I fell into the thing with my mind churning away on a project problem...

Maybe the monster "forgot" because it was afraid you would ask it for a milestone status update, or worse, access to its backlog in Rally.

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a reply to: blueman12

I never have had this experience of constantly waking up and then being sucked back into sleep paralysis.

I sure have. I remember one night where I went to sleep early in a den just off of the living room figuring my SO could have the run of the house without me sleeping in the prime living spaces. So there were lights on and activity in the adjoining room/s as I fell off to sleep. My door was ajar.

As I lay there trying to find my sleepy-place, the fun began. I was slammed four times with very powerful episodes of SP. I mean the kind where the body feels like it is up in a wrestler's-arch and the sense of fear seems like it must be coming from some firehose attached to Satan's own supply of the stuff. If someone were to, for whatever reason, ask me, "Hey Dan? Have you ever experienced pure fear?", I could honestly answer, "Yes". The fear was so crazy that at one point I was able reach this place where I was as objective as a person could ever hope to be about such a thing; it was just pure crystalline fear.

The first time it hit I was all like, "Ah hell no, not tonight, I have to be up early.", and I sat straight up like you said that you did. I had learned that one over the years; brute force breakout from the SP. I went to the washroom and splashed water on my face. I felt pissed. I laid down.

It hits again. I arch up. The pure fear. I see this weird glowing blue rectangular portal opening up above the closet doors. I go through the same process: sit up, rinse, repeat, only this time I think that I am going to sleep on my side in the hopes of thwarting the whole ordeal by not lying on my back.

But no, it slams me again. This time I can't arch up. I am overwhelmed by the noise and sensation of the aura and I am paralyzed again. The fear kicks in. I let it as I struggle to open my eyes and look. The adjoining room is dark and bluish. There was someone awake when I had gotten up last, "Why didn't she check on me when I got up twice, all loudly and frustrated?", "Why did she just turn out the lights and go to sleep?", "How could she with all this #ing roaring noise?", and then I see it. It's the size of a kleenex box and has legs like a daddy-long-legs spider and with my supernatural vision I see through the door and it's attached up on the drapes way across the living room. It runs straight for me and is right at the door when I yank myself out again. I have to get up early!

I sat on the edge of the bed and thought things through. The lights were all off and I had apparently burned hours dealing with the crap because it was closing on midnight. I didn't splash my face, I just laid back down and tried to sleep.

When I was about 11, I used to have a strange re-occurring hypnagogia that was also a little like SP, but a blessed break from my typical bouts as I would enter this very peaceful state. I used to love listening to my little portable am radio as I fell asleep. After I turned it off and went to sleep, I would sometimes have this sleep-thing where I was semi-awake and sort of blissful, my room would be awash in this strange light, and I would place my hand against the wall in this certain way and rub my thumb and first two fingers together so that they would create this scratching "static-y" sound. When I made enough of the sound I could hear my am stations in the static.

I went right to sleep after I lay down for the fourth time. It seemed prudent to stay quiet at this hour. The SP didn't hit me like a freight-train again, like I thought it might. I awoke much later in that same semi-blissful twilight state as when I was a child, entirely gruntled by a familiar scratching static-y noise. I looked to the sound. My arm was propped up so my hand was on the wall. In the strange light I could see that my fingers were busy twining out the sound and I realized that the kleenex-box spider was parked on the wall next to my hand. We were talking through the static about something that I suppose I will only ever understand asleep. I yanked myself out again, with this weird feeling of embarrassment. It was almost 5.

It's the repeating episodes like that, that ultimately led to me being able to induce the experience in myself, and to much later gain something that I would call "control" over it.

Thanks for your candid post.

a reply to: Dan00

The noise is a sort of constant for these, it seems. It's like someone turned the gain up 20dB on my ears. I finally discovered as a kid that it was the fan and my breath for the most part. It seems almost deafening during the SP.

Do you often have ones where the monster gets into the bed with you? Mine generally end up being "something's in the room and it's going to get you in 4...3...2", or "something's getting into the bed with you, and it's very dead, and very rotten, and very affectionate", or "there is something in the hall and it's coming for you, the wife, or the kids".

Each has its own little special flavor to the total non-manly fear that goes with them. I don't think I've ever been quite so afraid in real life as in the middle of a real kickass SP session.

eta: on the other hand, there also seems to be a version of SP, oh how rare, in which you get euphoria or excitement instead of fear, and the monster is still odd, but not monstrous, and generally these are interactive sessions with back-and-forth between me and the monster. If they were ALL that way, it would be a blessing instead of annoying.

a reply to: Bedlam

Do you often have ones where the monster gets into the bed with you?

Not so much. I get a lot of the thing where it feels like it sits down next to me, or at the foot of the bed, and I feel the depression of the mattress near my limbs.

I have had the classic "sitting on my chest" and back thing, but mostly it is a presence all over the room. The "coming to get me" thing was special to the kleenex-spider.

No. No Zombies or undead. But strangely enough, my first episode was at 7 with blazingly real-to-life full-size classic movie monsters on my bedroom walls. They way overpowered the bad clown-paintings that my mom had hung up. Way.

Each has its own little special flavor to the total non-manly fear that goes with them. I don't think I've ever been quite so afraid in real life as in the middle of a real kickass SP session.

Absolutely. Like many of us have, I have experienced some scary stuff that put the fear in me. But nothing like in certain SP episodes. I am positive that you too have been availed of the rare experience to play with it. My "hang-time" with that sort of SP fear is very low; I'm sure my record is less than 10 seconds, maybe 7 ever.

on the other hand...

Yeah, you bet. Why can't they all be like that? I get the peaceful-sense most dependably with my painless optical migraines.

Have you ever had the see-through-the-ceiling-thing with the pleasant ones?

originally posted by: Dan00
a reply to: Bedlam

Do you often have ones where the monster gets into the bed with you?

Not so much. I get a lot of the thing where it feels like it sits down next to me, or at the foot of the bed, and I feel the depression of the mattress near my limbs.

As a kid, a number of mine involved 'something is by the bed', followed by it pulling the covers off, and then sitting at the foot of the bed. You knew you were in for it when the covers started to twitch. The dead person in the bed with me thing started post service.

I have had the classic "sitting on my chest and back thing, but mostly it is a presence all over the room. The "coming to get me" thing was special to the kleenex-spider.

I used to have something vaguely similar, used to be one of the worst ones, where something from outside the house would insert a sort of..I dunno, probe?..through the window or up through the floor from under the house somehow, and the thing would rove around the room...looking for me. There was something like a camera at the end, and little grabby hands. I think the first of those I was maybe 4.

a reply to: Dan00

No, but as a very young kid I had a long series of the good ones that featured the monster as stocky Tolkien-dwarf shaped non-humans dressed in dark brown or blue bathrobe looking getups with a sort of bat-belt full of gadgetry. Sort of like a Tolkien jawa, with tools.

They'd show up, and the monster would open the wall with a tool, and we'd go into the field. Looked like a weird flashlight. It would point that at the wall, and a section of wall would vanish. You could see inside the wall when you walked through. I remember someone had written some measurements on one of the 2x4's, and for some reason I found that wildly amusing.

a reply to: Bedlam

I think the first of those I was maybe 4.

Whoa.

To go a little further with the finger thing: it was very tangible. I could feel the substance that created the static-y scratchy noise. My fingers didn't really touch, they would sort of massage this sand-papery substance. If I did it right I would feel this sense of "linkage".

Post -service. For me post-service was about marriage and work and that stuff, but what I was really doing was heading for the first books I could get my hands on that might start to explain these SP experiences.

I'll tell you why, I've mentioned it before under other screen names.

I was starved for info by the post library. Even the largest post libraries sucked, and I was on one of the smallest posts known. But they had Streiber's new book communion. I was so caught up in being indestructible that I didn't even know I wanted to read it, but it had that big alien-head on the cover and I liked to read.

I finished enough of it to go, "Hey, I've experienced that sort of #". And it was on.

Long story short, I had myself convinced within just a few short months that I might see a Doc about epilepsy. I couldn't have known how right and wrong I was at the same time. I've always been sorta hypochondriacal.

originally posted by: Dan00

I finished enough of it to go, "Hey, I've experienced that sort of #". And it was on.

Yeah, I pretty much identified the jawa guys as little blue doctors.

The problem is...SP is so real when it's going on, and I know dead people aren't getting into bed with me, how can you trust the other stuff to be any more real than cover-pullers or zombies? I just assume it's all bogus.

a reply to: Bedlam

I just assume it's all bogus.

I know. But what is it?

I've come down on the decision that in the broadest sense, it must be like getting signal on some communication system that we don't understand or know how to use yet. Like feedback or a dial-tone.

Otherwise I am not sure how we could share so clearly about the strangeness of it's qualities.

originally posted by: Dan00
Otherwise I am not sure how we could share so clearly about the strangeness of it's qualities.

Maybe people are just wired in such a way that this sort of glitch can occur. So there's a commonality caused by similar failures.

Although why you'd get something as common as little blue doctors is a bit of a puzzle. I recalled them quite clearly, from the 60s. Decades before I read that book.

a reply to: Bedlam

It's like the monster forgot to make the curtain call.

I fell into the thing with my mind churning away on a project problem,

Do you think it might have been The Scope Creep?

originally posted by: Dan00

Do you think it might have been The Scope Creep?

That only happens at work.

"Can we switch to a different chip set and add in a dozen new features that will have to have drivers written for this OS?"

"Not without serious schedule impact"

"But you're already BEHIND!"

"That would be because you keep moving the goal posts, and if you look at the adjusted times we negotiated, we're still on time and under budget"

"But..don't you just have to specify a different part on the BOM?"

"I'm sorry, did you think these things were interchangeable? No, it's a new set of business negotiations,a new learning curve for the new parts and a total restart every. single. time."

I've woken to hear 2deep male voices discussing that I'm waking up.

originally posted by: Dan00
a reply to: Bedlam

I think the first of those I was maybe 4.

Whoa.

It got to be sort of terrifying to go to bed between 4 and 6...I recall waking up one night not knowing why. My bed was against a corner so there were walls at the head and right side. I was facing the right side. Woke up lying there.

scrape...scrape...scrape...nudge (bed shake)

eyes wide open at that point, heart racing, something under the bed

then up between the bed and the wall comes the thing again, tips down and looks me in the eye with that blank-ass lens, and the little arms pop out...ting! I think I levitated out of the bed and went tearing down the hall screaming.

Seems like an odd thing for a kid that age. But I can remember it clearly. I had to look all over the room every night for the damned thing before I could get in the bed.