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Fluffy Bunny
Registered: Aug 2000
Location: NYC
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about sleep paralysis.....
yeah i've had sleep paralysis happen all the time, about once a week, i hate the shit. i'm only starting another post because i'm stressed and feel like writing about some garbage involving sleep that happened to me about two months ago. so here goes:
about two months ago i was sleeping and having some fucked up disturbing dreams, it was about 430 in the morning, i can't quite remember the dreams for the most part but i was overcome with the sensation that it was extremely important to wake up, so i tried. wakeing up wasn't coming easy, so i tried in vain to scream out to my roomate. i was hoping to wake him up so he would wake me up. that shit didn't happen, i didn't make a noise, but my eyes did open up so i was sleeping and watching the room, paralyzed. suddenly i felt as if my cat started clawing the heel of my foot, that woke me up, but i instantly realized that my foot was covered by blanket and it was impossible that the cat clawed me. messed up thing was that i was still partially asleep because when i looked over, there was a man standing about 5 feet away from me, staring at me. within seconds, as i gained consciousness, the figure diapeared, but i was left with a scared shitless feeling. Now i was tired as ass and my body was trying to fall asleep but i was kinda shaken up, so itried hard to stay awake. Then my door swung open and someone walked into my room, i live in a big apartment and have a couple of roomates, so i thought it might be one of them (it was dark and my eyesight is real shitty so i couldn't tell for shit). I called out a name. no response from the guy. I called out his name again and this time i included a "dude, uis that you?" again no response. now honestly i wan't sure at this point if i was asleep or awake or what the hell was going on, but before i realized what the hell i was doing, i jumped out of my bed and started to run up on the guy in my room with my fist cocked back. As i was about 5 inches away from knocking my friends teeth down his throat i realized that indeed it was another one of the people i lived with. At this point my pulse rate was about 190 and i was shaking. "what the fuck is wrong?" i asked my roomate confused as hell, to which in incoherently answered "dude you're the one who stepped to me" even more confused i say something to the extent of "what the fuck is going on, why the hell are you in my motherfucking room" to which he answers "just don't worry about" i say what the fuck are you talking about six or seven times to which he keeps answerng "just don't worry about" as he proceeds to take off his socks and go lay down in my bed as i satnd in the middle of my room trying to figure out what exactly the fuck was happeneing. i turn on the lights in order to figure out if i was dreaming and start asking my roomate what the fuck he was doing in my bed, he responds again with the "don't worry about it and this time throws in a "could you turn off the lights" for good measure. by this point i was entirley too bugged out and went into my living room where i had to watch simpsons video tapes for 3 hours until i finally calmed down and fell asleep on my couch. the next morning my fuckhead roomate didn't remember a thing.
this was by far my weirdest dreaming experience
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