So, fast forward about 7 years. I'm lying in bed with a future
ex-girlfriend. We had got onto the subject of my strange sleeping
Sometimes I sleep with my eyes open, or talk, I even sleepwalked out
onto the roof of my house once. We were talking about this stuff and
sharing recent weird or vivid
dreams we'd had. I trusted this girl to not think I was
entirely deranged, so I told her about the first time. We
talked about it for a while,mainly because she had some interesting
say on the subject, but let's leave that aside for now.
That night, as I lay next to her, it happened for the second time.
It was quite different, but I have no doubt that it was another
instance of the same kind of thing. It didn't happen at the start of my
sleep cycle, instead I was already dreaming when the dream changed. I
was being led by the arm down a dark passageway. I became aware of a
slight sense of danger and of being trapped, that was the first thing
that identified the Second Time with the First Time. Instead of the out
and out horror of the first instance, this was a more subdued
experience. I felt calmer, the realisation of what was happening to me
was more gradual. My better understanding of what was happening helped me to keep calm.
The thing that was leading me, gripping my arm,
turned to me as if it had noticed that I was beginning to understand
what was happening. I can still see its face in my mind. Angry, burning
eyes, I felt its hate. It appeared to be male, like a tall
strong old man, again giving the impression of being something
like a vampire. Don't get me wrong, when I said I was calmer... I was still very scared. The
first time was one of the most frightening things that has ever
happened to me. The second time was a bit better. There was still nothing
nice about the way I felt. I want you to understand that these dreams
feel very very real to me. I react to them while they are happening as
if they are real, happening to me, I'm lucid and aware that I am not
awake, but that doesn't make me feel any safer. Don't get me wrong, I'm
not looking over my shoulder when I am awake, and I'm never worried
about going to sleep (maybe because I ALWAYS win, lolz) but I feel very
strongly when this is going on that I am in real danger....
If you haven't already please take a moment and try to imagine how
you would react if this shit happened to you. Dreams are not just
"dreams". By that I mean they have a functional reality, they can be
extremely intense experiences and affect your waking life. That is
certainly the case here.
It led me to a small cramped room that appeared to have walls of
earth and left me there for a while. When the demon came back and
opened the door to lead me out it I was scared. It was an evil
looking thing. It led me out into a bright space surrounded by
darkness. In the shadows I could sense a massed audience looking at me.
That was the worst feeling of the experience. I felt a kind of
desperate loneliness, I knew none of the things that were watching
would help me, that instead they were there to watch me suffer. The
demon stood beside me and held me still as I looked into the darkness.
I felt it bite my neck. I can remember that feeling. Despite my fear
and revulsion, I was still ok. Part of the demon's purpose seemed to be
to make me....this is hard to describe....degenerate into panic or
abject terror, to lose myself. I just tried to accept my situation, my
powerlessness, and the next thing I remember is watching the demon
attacking me from a different point of view. I was seeing myself
standing a few metres away, with this man-thing stood beside me with
its teeth at my neck. It was staring straight ahead over the back of my
neck, looking right at me with these incredibly angry,
burning-with-hate, eyes. It realised that whatever it was attacking,
feeding off, whatever, i was not there anymore.
I was watching
it and it was watching me, I had disassociated myself from the part of
me that it was attacking. The demon stopped and its anger increased to
the point where it was a palpable thing. I was scared then, by that,
but I could feel that the demon had been frustrated, it had failed. I
woke up. Demons 0 tiger cub 2
"Are you all right?" - my future ex girlfriend. It was still dark.
"You were shaking" - I'd woken her up.
I told her what had happened.
She'd told me earlier that day that her father, a devout muslim,
suffered from what he and his Imam described as attacks by demons in
the night. Her father had described his experiences in very similar
terms to my own. The Qu'ran has a fairly well evolved explanation for
this phenomenon. Sometimes at home in Saudi she woke up
to the sound of her father
screaming at the top of his voice, she told me that he sounded more
scared than anything else she had ever heard. She found it a little
when I described my experiences. I shit ye not at all.