Feb 18....

[Alessandra]

I'm still rather scared to post stuff like this, for 'public scrutiny'...but I figured I should get braver. little by little I suppose.

This stuff has been going on since I was at least 5. I'll just post a recent event that has me honestly scared to death to sleep (hence my 'medication' in previous threads. It's pretty much my anti-anxiety medication lol).
I can make a fine distinction between memory and a dream. Who can't. Its obvious what is a memory from real time, and a dream-memory (or just a dream to keep it simple). I mean, when you recall a dream, you've remembered it so its a memory, but what I am referring to, is a memory of an event in real time, 'real-life'. Does that make sense? Prolly not. Sorry >_<

Anyway, this has all the markers of being a true memory, and not a dream. Hit me like a ton of bricks on the 18th. It is very fractured, and I can only recall/remember about 2 minutes or so of it.

I was being taken down a very long hallway. I couldn't see who or what was around me, but almost like garbled voices behind me. There was a big sense of urgency, almost like an emergency...but.. i dunno. The part of this was when I was apparently drugged by something (IDK what it was), and I was starting to feel the effects of whatever it was, and was quickly losing consciousness. I obviously wasn't walking, I might have been carried or put on something to move me, the state I was in...I just couldn't walk. I was going so fast down this hallway.. last thing I can really remember is something gripping my wrist. Whatever grabbed my wrist had a large hand. It had no problem circling my wrist with its fingers (I have kind of large wrists) which frightened me horribly. At this point the drug or anasthesia or whatever it was kicked in major, and I lost consciousness.

It kind of feels good to let this out. Thanks for hearing me out guys.
-Chiiru

[mojo]

Sounds like a ketamine hit. :D

Seriously, it does sound kinda spooky.
What did the hall look like?
Have you had any parts of your body that are irritated since the dream, you know itchy or sore?

[Yo Mama]

Are you sure you didn't experience sleep paralysis, or some type of hypnopompic or hypnogogic hallucination?

I had some wicked sleep paralysis episodes a couple decades ago, and they were terrifyingly real.

[Alessandra]

ok so now that I am back from the hell that is called work...


What did the hall look like?
Have you had any parts of your body that are irritated since the dream, you know itchy or sore?
The hall, very plain and drab, a light gray or an off white, I think. I saw windows, but they were kind of small.
I don't know about the ceiling or floors, I'm trying to recall but its very very hard to remember what they looked like.
After the dream I had what felt like a bone bruise near the wrist of my right arm. It started just being a sharp pain in a certain spot, to a few days later actually showing up as a visible bruise in the shape of an oval.
Also noticed a few marks near my belly button. -_-



Are you sure you didn't experience sleep paralysis, or some type of hypnopompic or hypnogogic hallucination?
Interesting question. I am unsure as to what those hallucinations are (I feel stupid now lol). I better go google.
I remember this... not like how i would recall a dream.. its very hard to explain. like when you sit there and think, "Oh I had a dream, let me remember what it was" or "Oh I remember this one time as a kid..."
It's more along the lines of that second example, for me.

[Yo Mama]

It really does sound like sleep paralysis -- which is also responsible for people's beliefs they've been abducted by aliens. In past times, before the whole alien meme became part of our collective consciousness, people thought they were ridden by night hags, or incubi or succubi.

Try reading about it on this site: http://watarts.uwaterloo.ca/~acheyne/S_P.html

And see if anything seems familiar to you.

When it happened to me, I was living on the streets, staying up for weeks at a time on meth. The experiences were so REAL. I knew that the mummified cat in the kitchen at the place I was crashing wasn't REALLY coming to life to get me. I knew that the vase of flowers on the table next to me weren't REALLY growing tiny fanged faces and trying to suck my blood, but it FELT real. It seemed utterly real.

I was ever so relieved, a couple of years later, to read an article about it in Omni magazine. I got in touch with the professor who'd written the article and he sent me a copy of a research paper he'd written on the subject. It explained everything and really put my mind at rest.

I've never had another episode of it, and I hope I never do.

[mojo]

I knew that the mummified cat in the kitchen at the place I was crashing wasn't REALLY coming to life to get me. I knew that the vase of flowers on the table next to me weren't REALLY growing tiny fanged faces and trying to suck my blood, but it FELT real. It seemed utterly real.



Not trying to make light of your experience GN but that sounds like what i do to myself purposefully each weekend. :lol:

[Alessandra]

GN. I would place that more along the lines of what happened a few days later, rather than this 'incident'. I've never really had issues with SP, or hallucinations. This stuff's been happening my whole life.