It was the third consecutive night she had woken up, piercing the balmy morning air with her scream.
“He was hovering over my bed Mum! He just left through the window!”
Pealing back the heavy, lilac curtain, her mother closed the open window, scanning the ground beneath. Meanwhile, her father stomped noisily around the house, into the attic, checking behind closed doors.
“There’s nobody here darling. It’s just a dream,” her mother soothed her, stroking her damp fringe out of her eyes.
“Then why did I feel and see ‘him’ as clearly as I can you?”
He had appeared above her and she had felt an overpowering sensation of heaviness in her limbs, eyes and mind. If succumbed to, this heaviness would take her into unconsciousness, lazily drowning her in its poison. However, at the sight of the man she pulled back, resisting the urge to sleep, terrified for her safety. He lifted his hands, producing a powder and in her drowsiness she believed he was the dream catcher, who steals your dreams, your energy, your power. She fought; she wouldn’t let somebody be in control of her consciousness in that way. She pushed her paralysed arms forward, shook her unmoving head from side to side and eventually gasped as her screeching broke the fear and he slipped out of the window, seen only by her.
Have you experienced sleep paralysis? What have your experiences been? I first started to experience it as a teenager. Despite many terrifying nights, where I suffered from this phenomenon and the accompanying hallucinations, I have taught myself that by remaining calm during an attack and by embracing the paralysis, I can turn the often negative experience into something extremely positive and enlightening. By using my sleep paralysis as a doorway, I can now separate my astral body from my physical body and I am learning to travel the astral plane, between the planets and the stars.