theinsomniac

Three things:

I just got back from an interview with the PR division at my school. Looks like I'll soon have a part time job doing doing some public relations work.
Yay!
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I'm not sure how to say this, but I am going to give my Friends list a little spring cleaning. If I have taken you off, it is not due to any animosity. I'm just taking off those people from whom I haven't heard anything since I approved the friend requests.
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Also, here is HUGE post I made in Dejajeva's "Creepy Occurance" thread. Thought you folks might be interested, or have some insights.

Here it is:
I've always had very vivid, very intense dreams. Starting in my teenage years, I started to experience a strange sort of conscious paralysis as I slept. I would be fully aware of myself and my thoughts, but I would have no sensory input. I would sometimes struggle for what seemed like hours against this paralysis, only to eventually return to normal sleep and wake later. During my sophmore year in college, this became more extreme, to the point that I was afraid to go to sleep.

The breaking point came one night during my second semester. I had a single dorm room, and routinly locked my door at night. I went to sleep normally, but as soon as my head hit my pillow , I was asleep, and went directly into the state of conscious paralysis. This went on for hours. The sensory deprivation was at its most extreme, this night I could not even feel the struggle of my body against the paralysis. I was in pure darkness. Then, suddenly, from out of nowhere came what only can be described he honest to god Music of The Spheres. It was like an entire choir of Angels surrounding me. It was beautiful, but horrifying. I was deafened by it. This went on for God knows how long.

Then, suddenly, I was in the silent Black again. After a short while, I heard some noises, become progressively clearer. I distinctly heard the sound of my dorm room door opening, followed by quiet footsteps and the sound the door closing. The footsteps came near me. Then, I heard the voice of my good friend and neighbor (who actually is now my roomamte and still good friend) say the following:

"(my name), you're dying. I'm taking you to the hospital."

At this point my body just SPASMED. I felt my whole self thrash and twist. Next thing I know, I am waking up in the middle of falling off of my bed. I landed on the floor with a thump. I ran down the hall to my friend's dorm room and pounded on the door. He came to the door, visibly annoyed. it was 3 AM and he had obviously been asleep.

I didn't sleep the rest of the night.

Over the next couple of days, I told everyone I knew about what had happened. I couldn't stop talking about it. Eventually , I ended up in conversation with a more "New Agey" friend of mine. I've never put much stock in anything of the sort, but have always been open to new possibilities. After hearing my description of what had happened, she told me about similar experiences she and others had, she told me I had been having "near" out of body experience. My spirit/mind was trying to travel, but my body was resisting. She told me next time the paralysis came on, to simply relax and see what happens.

Considering how little sleep I had been getting those past few days, I was ready to try anything. A couple of days later, the paralysis happened again. Inititally I struggled, but then I just sort of, let go. As cheesy as this is going to sound, I really, trully, and immediately felt as though I was suddenly lifting off the ground.

First, I could feel. The first thing I felt being the absolute absence of touching anything solid. I was floating. I reached my hands around my, and felt a wall.

Then I could see, and I realized where I was. I was in my home in Oregon, specifily in the kitchen. I was floating parallet to the ground, face up, right near the ceiling. Then, I started to play with it. (God, typing this is bringing back some serious fucking memories and details.)I realized I could float whereever I wanted, in a limited fashion, I could do little bobs and weaves around the kitchen. I oriented myself toward the far end of the kitchen. At first, I was having a lot of fun. Then I looked toward the door to our garage, and saw a little boy standing in the middle of my kitchen. He pointed at me, opened his mouth to speak, and I woke up.

To this day, I do not know what happened to me that night. Out of body experience? Lucid dreaming? I'm open to anything. All I know is, from that moment on, I never suffered so badly from the paralysis. Not that I could suddenly go all "lucid dreamer" whenever I wanted. But, everyonce in a while, I do realize I am dreaming inside a dream, but it's usually near the time I wake up. For two years, I didn't get paralized. Recently, in the past six months or so, I has happened twice, which is the most in a long while.

Wow. Serious venting. I hope I didn't take up too much space, but it actually felt good to get this out.