Hi all.
I wanted to write about my SP dream as I was a little disappointed about the lack of details of other peoples. My experience isn’t exactly earth shaking compared to other members but it shook me up very well.
It happened almost a year ago. I remember it was no different than a normal dream at first. The color scheme of pretty much everything were darker tones. from black to grey with a hint of wood color (name escapes me).
I recall the top floor of an old house. I was standing facing the wall, behind me a stair case, going down. I recall that the stairs faded to total darkness but I never looked down directly.
Anyway as I walked I noticed bodies on the floor. All perfectly aligned. I was walking across them making sure I don’t trip or disturb them.
Thinking now I don’t think they were all dead but not animated. For some reason, I do not normally fright easily with dreams and even with such a setting, I was not scared. I was curious. I cant remember what happened next. I think I knelt over at the far corner and when I got up, I went across the hall to the other side of the stair case and I think that’s when I realized this was no ordinary dream. I could hear voices speaking. I think they were speaking to each other (whispers) but one seemed to be a focal point and either spoke for them or to them.
Anyway I knew this was a dream and with dreams I don’t like, I pulled the plug but it was hard waking up. I remember I had to struggle and I felt my head heavy pushing to wake up and I did. I took a sip of water and went back to sleep.
This was not the end.
I wouldn’t know the exact time but if I had a guess, less than 20 sec of putting my head on the pillow, I felt my mind warping down, like falling but mentally. (I cant explain) with a high speed which didn’t last more than 1 or 2 sec but I didn’t think anything of it because I could feel my head on my pillow. It didn’t seem natural. Almost as if something was making sure I didn’t get away this time.
And I was back to where I was. not the same exact area but i felt the same surroundings.
I was disorientated and didn’t quite understand what was happening. I could hear the voices whispering to each other and I don’t know if they were trying to talk to me but one thing for sure, I was the subject of discussion. I didn’t like the dream so again I tried to wake up but I couldn’t. I made a mental 'push' and I could almost hear a warping sound in my head and some sort of tunnel in my mind but I quickly fell back to where I was (again sorry I cant explain) confused I noticed I could feel my body on my bed. Paralyzed completely. I could feel whatever part of my body I wanted. I could feel my fingers by my sides and after a deep breath, I felt the exhale gently over my chest. I felt my conscience mind perfectly divided with my body and I didn’t like it.
I started running around in my dream trying to wake up, now totally ignoring the woman who was saying some stuff. faintly I think she was saying something in the lines of "do you know where you are" or "does he know where he is" to the others. I think at one point she tried to calm me but I felt my body and I couldn’t move it and it was freaky and I was panicking. I then thought logically that this is a dream and I have nothing to fear. I relaxed myself and using one of my talents, I pulled up one of my favorite euro songs to help me boost confidence, fight off the bad feelings and energize myself to wake up.
It was working at first. the song in mind (Dune - HardCore vibes) has four notes played in different tones. I began to lift back to conciseness but then I literally saw the notes fall apart and taken from me. I swear something was fighting off my attempts to wake up. I swear I felt the notes taken by them. This is where my fear reached fever pitch. it is this point that makes me question if this was simple SP dream. The notes fell apart. They slowed down and a chime that was happy and sharp, turned slow and scary. I fell back down and I felt I was being analyzed and studied. I was really scared now and I pushed and pushed and I felt pulled down each time until I pushed so hard I was finally released. I could of sworn that I had put my head back on that pillow for 1 sec I would of fell again.
I got up. turned on all the lights and the TV and even called a friend at 5 in morning for help. I have NEVER called anyone for 'help' at 5 in the morning.
Funny thing is that soon after I sort of regret pushing so hard to wake up. My fear prevented me from logically analyzing my surroundings. Again, even though the scene wasn’t so pretty, I wasn’t afraid. If 'they' were anything real, I don’t think they meant me harm but I was scared that I couldn’t move my body and I didn’t appreciate what I felt was their attempts to keep it that way.
After reading other stories, I no longer look forward to this experience again because most have nothing nice to say. What I know is that it happens without one wanting it and all I would tell to anyone who might have such an experience is that I would now 'try' to stay calm about the body thing even though its the most terrible experience I have ever had. For some reason it seemed like a struggle of mind’s' and even though you’ve lost control of your body, don’t let the dream or ghosts or whatever you think they are, make you lose control of your mind.
I don’t know if one would brand me a skeptic or believer. The thing is I do believe but not in this. I have no reason to make this up and in fact I would prefer that this is simply a mental thing because my personal belief system of life and living would be challenged by the existence of these sorts of entities but I cant help but to think that something was actively trying to keep me where I was.