Wade
FeralNormal master
Last night I had a VERY unusual hypnopompic event. As I’ve mentioned before over the years I’ve had many, many of these experiences, many of them quit terrifying but about five to six years ago I “conquered” my affliction. By that I mean that the episodes dropped dramatically…but didn’t disappear…and more importantly the level of fear and anxiety has almost completely disappeared. Most the time the episodes now border on being if not pleasant, at the very least interesting. Also to a certain point I am lucid and can rationalize out my thoughts even in my sleep. I record my dreams religiously and I am able to not only remember many dreams to a somewhat limited detail, I tell myself while in the act of dreaming that I might want to remember this when I wake up. This usually happens when I have a “theme” dream which is to say I have found over the years that a number of reoccurring themes keep popping up in my dreams that aren’t necessarily essential to the dream itself but show up again and again and agai throughout my dreams.. These themes are what I tend to focus on more so than the main story of the dream itself.
I’ve always instinctively knew when an attack was coming and because I now know what to expect…or not to expect…I usually just wait it out (here I go again) For the most part, when I am coming out of an event, I hear whistles and tones sometimes going up in scale and sometimes down and once the sound manifested itself as PIANO keys coming down in pitch. Once I heard a voice say “he’s waking up” and when I awoke I found that my toes were curled up and trying to grab ahold of the bed frame at the foot of the bed not unlike a bird perching on a branch. But last night’s episodes was one for the books
As usual I did feel an attack coming on and decided not to fight it, in fact I told myself let’s see where this goes. As per usual, I had the sensation of not so much being held down but embraced or cocooned or contained. A most uncomfortable feeling to be sure. I told myself that if things got out of hand my two roommates’ would come help me . For the record I have no roommates’ and one of the people costarring in my dream ceased being a roommate some ten years ago. Also I think the dream took place in my childhood bedroom. My mind was telling me to play along, pretend you are still asleep and not lucid (which I apparently was but my mind told me I was coming out of sleep and i was aware or somewhat lucid)
As I felt myself being contained, I heard a voice for only the second time (that I could remember) It said “Hello Brother, I love you. I am so glad that you decided to hear me (or maybe it was you CAN hear me ) there are many things… It then said a couple of things I couldn’t make out. I felt myself being more and more contained, that is to say I was in a grip that was being tightened but I felt no fear, only curiosity, but at the same time, my mind was saying “Pretend you are asleep, pretend that you cannot hear it. DO NOT INTERACT WITH IT Then I heard “It say “Oh help” and I had the sensation of it being lifted or pulled off me and then, within seconds it was back and once again I felt myself being contained “Hello, Brother” “it” said. Then it said a couple of more things that I couldn’t understand and then left for good . During all this time I could distinctly hear the wall clock clicking through the seconds but I don’t remember if I recognized it as such. As when my “brother” left I could hear the distinct rustling of papers as if there was a stack of them that got distrurbed by a breeze…there was no stack of papers nearby that could explain this sound though. The voice itself was somewhat fey and childlike with a fair amount of reverb or feedback. By then I was coming out for real as I told myself “wait a minute, I don’t have any roommates’” and even at that point even after I was lucid for real I pretended to still be asleep and unaware…even though I was VERY aware of my surroundings just to see if it would happen again.
I’ve always instinctively knew when an attack was coming and because I now know what to expect…or not to expect…I usually just wait it out (here I go again) For the most part, when I am coming out of an event, I hear whistles and tones sometimes going up in scale and sometimes down and once the sound manifested itself as PIANO keys coming down in pitch. Once I heard a voice say “he’s waking up” and when I awoke I found that my toes were curled up and trying to grab ahold of the bed frame at the foot of the bed not unlike a bird perching on a branch. But last night’s episodes was one for the books
As usual I did feel an attack coming on and decided not to fight it, in fact I told myself let’s see where this goes. As per usual, I had the sensation of not so much being held down but embraced or cocooned or contained. A most uncomfortable feeling to be sure. I told myself that if things got out of hand my two roommates’ would come help me . For the record I have no roommates’ and one of the people costarring in my dream ceased being a roommate some ten years ago. Also I think the dream took place in my childhood bedroom. My mind was telling me to play along, pretend you are still asleep and not lucid (which I apparently was but my mind told me I was coming out of sleep and i was aware or somewhat lucid)
As I felt myself being contained, I heard a voice for only the second time (that I could remember) It said “Hello Brother, I love you. I am so glad that you decided to hear me (or maybe it was you CAN hear me ) there are many things… It then said a couple of things I couldn’t make out. I felt myself being more and more contained, that is to say I was in a grip that was being tightened but I felt no fear, only curiosity, but at the same time, my mind was saying “Pretend you are asleep, pretend that you cannot hear it. DO NOT INTERACT WITH IT Then I heard “It say “Oh help” and I had the sensation of it being lifted or pulled off me and then, within seconds it was back and once again I felt myself being contained “Hello, Brother” “it” said. Then it said a couple of more things that I couldn’t understand and then left for good . During all this time I could distinctly hear the wall clock clicking through the seconds but I don’t remember if I recognized it as such. As when my “brother” left I could hear the distinct rustling of papers as if there was a stack of them that got distrurbed by a breeze…there was no stack of papers nearby that could explain this sound though. The voice itself was somewhat fey and childlike with a fair amount of reverb or feedback. By then I was coming out for real as I told myself “wait a minute, I don’t have any roommates’” and even at that point even after I was lucid for real I pretended to still be asleep and unaware…even though I was VERY aware of my surroundings just to see if it would happen again.