I never tell people my dreams. They are often very peculiar to recount and generally no one believes me. For example, I once had a dream that Miley Cyrus and I had a farm where we planted corn. She ruined the crop and we died of starvation. Another example, I had a dream where I lived in a tiny apartment with two Mexican men and blonde bi-sexual whore. They asked me to make pizza one night. I burned it. They kicked me out.
I do, however, tell people my nightmares. No one usually believes me when I tell them, but I want them to believe. “Oh, you just fell asleep watching a horror movie again,” they’d say. I do watch horror movies before bed because they calm down, but it in no way attributes to my nightmares. These feel far too real. My nightmares usually occur for one of the following reasons: I am cold, laying on my back or stressed. A mixture of all three is a recipe for trouble.
Last night, I was having trouble sleeping. My mind was tossing ideas up in the air and I trying hard to quiet them by placing a jolly tune in my head. When sleep succumbed I was more than thrilled, my tired eyes closed and I drifted. That’s when I felt it. My eyes opened abruptly and felt my body stiff and paralyzed. I was having another episode of sleep paralysis. I find this hard to explain to people who have never had it. During an episode, I usually see the same thing, shadow people, a spider or a growling dog. This episode was far different than the rest.
All around me, the room was shimmering like static on a television. There were bright lights descending over my head and then I immediately felt myself rise from my bed. I felt as if I was being lifted, gaining altitude each second. I was able to gain control of my hand, thus grabbing my bed sheets. Generally, during an episode of sleep paralysis, you cannot move or speak. You can only watch as the events unfold. I tried my best to make a noise as I descended higher towards the bright light, I was successful, but I doubt it really could be heard. It felt like an eternity before I could shake myself free of these paralyzing effects and when I did the static that surrounded the room remained, but the light was gone. My room felt foreign. It did not feel like mine. I didn’t like I was at home. The time said 2:38 AM. I turned over on my side and tried to pretend what I experienced never happened.
Talking about it now, the episode reminds me of the American Horror Story season 6 promo, Camp Sight. Call me crazy, but I whatever it was I experienced was very real. Maybe it was the stress or maybe I was cold. All I know is that it was unlike any other dream I’ve ever had.