I just had sleep paralysis and was graphically raped and birthed things. This lasted for an hour or more. Has this happened to anyone? I’m severely traumatized by what just happened to me. Tips to prevent/cure sleep paralysis?
Rapists deserve to be slaughtered. Tortured and then slaughtered mercilessly.
I am so sorry that you just experienced that. It sounds awful. I have had sleep paralysis but I never experienced anything like what you are describing. I have had temporary sleep paralysis when I am first waking up and it is scary and very uncomfortable but not at the degree you are describing. I hope it doesn’t happen to you again.
My sister gets sleep paralysis. She says that what works for her is to lock the door to the room so that nobody can get in. Don’t know why that would work but I don’t get sleep paralysis.
Sleep paralysis gives me the watchers 99% of the time…I’ve met this monster once…I screamed at it and it chuckled…leaned back and sprinted towards me…jumped into the air and feet first landed in my mouth…to disappear down my throat…it was like he whole body mouth raped me…terrible little ■■■■■■■…
You can still move…takes practice but I’ve gotten good at forcing my head side to side…this seems to wake the body up quickest…but when I first started dealing with it…I would wiggle a finger then my hand then toes and feet and keep moving up towards my head…you just have to do it…you might not feel it but you can and It will snap you out of it…
Try a shot glass full of salt under your bed…keeps the watchers away…and I haven’t seen this bastatd again…
is sleep paralysis something where you feel like you’re awake but you can’t move out of your bed? what you’re describing sounds like a more serious thing called date rape where someone drugs you. sorry to hear that…
but if sleep paralysis what I think it is, then I guess I used to get sleep paralysis a lot when I was young. told my dad about it. said that when I go to bed, my spirit hovers a little bit above my body, but when I wake up, my spirit returns. and if my spirit doesn’t return quick enough, I would feel sleep paralysis.
I don’t believe him though. my brother says that it’s more scientific and chemistry-involved.
The paralysis is often coupled with a feeling of dread…and vivid hallucinations…and from past research into all of it the rape monster hallucination is a pretty common one…no less traumatic but lots experience it…I couldn’t tell you if the watchers terrible and powerful are worse either one is very traumatic…I hope you don’t meet them or the rapey ■■■■■■■ again…
oh. I don’t think I remember getting the hallucinations and dread part of sleep paralysis. that sounds bad. I usually don’t get paralyzed for too long.
May be why…it seems it takes several moments before the dread and hallucinations come…if you can wake up before they arrive all the better…
I remember I had a dream and I couldn’t wake up from it. I was like under bedsheets, and I couldn’t poke my head out of the sheets. I tried a lot of times, but I couldn’t. I had written a story about it and emailed it to my friend, a long time ago:
written Fri, May 18, 2012 at 11:57 PM (says gmail)
"I woke up, and the white yellowish silk edge of the gorgeously
decorated covers had rested about my opened eyes. My mind went to the
light yellow stains that polluted the once-clean comforter. I slightly shook my head and pushed out of the seemingly
clean milk-cream colored silk covers.
I woke up. Again, the whitish yellow silk edge of the fancy
covers blocked my eyesight. Was I really awake? My head popped out of
the light colored sheets that reflected no light from the window,
which laid to the left side of my body.
I woke up. I became frustrated and decided to use force in order
to get out of this bed. My neck muscles tightened and I thrusted my
head through the silky edges of the bedspread.
I woke up.
I woke up.
I woke up.
I woke up.
After trying for more than 50 times, a very ghastly thought
protruded through my mind. Perhaps I was in a coma. My ghostly legs
lightly kicked away the covers as I floated to the dorm window. Amidst
a dark night, my eyes scouted someone walking outside.
I woke up.
I woke up.
I woke up about 75 times with a deep fear that was proliferating
in my mind. Now I thought I was dead. And I starting thinking of my
family and how they would miss me. My little brother was sitting on
the bed with his skinny bookbag strapped about his back, waiting for
me to wake up.
He wasn’t going to school today.
I woke up.
I woke up.
I woke up about 65 more times and stopped trying. I had to be
dead. A terrible fear was eating my heart and growing through my body.
Why was I scared of death? I leaned over my bed and sorted through
terrifying thoughts.
I couldn’t tell if I was dead or not dead. My paralyzed body laid
frozen in my mother’s bed as my eyes looked out the window and my ears
heard birds singing. Was I dreaming, dying or dead? And if this was
death, should I accept this restrictive paralysis?
Death is unknown. Mankind can make no indicator to alert an
individual that he or she has died. Death is an unexplored region
because those who seek to uncover it’s depths never return to share
their findings. No matter what scientific advances are made, death
will remain the most horrific mystery after human life.
Nobody was here with me, not even go- GOD! Remembering the
creator, I clasped my hands. Prayer slipped through my lips with a
proud, optimistic tone.
‘Our fathers, which art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name, thy
kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is done in heaven-’ I
stopped to think.
‘Give us this day, our-’ I stopped in terror. Suddenly a fear
greater than a student who didn’t do his homework but decided to take
an AP Calculus Exam, twisted my faltering voice.
‘And forgive our trespassors and . . . debtors . . . and
transgress against us . . .’
‘You know whats funny?’ said an ethusiastic male voice. My throat
tightened and my eyes danced about the white walled room.
Suddenly I was sitting in front of a television and the voice
started describing an human organ that nobody used anymore, but was
the source of humor.
‘Thats great and all, but can I continue praying’ I thought to myself.
I woke up.
I woke up.
I woke up.
I woke up.
I woke up.
I woke up about 32 times. My eyes tightly closed and my lungs
took in a final pocket of oxygen. Finally an ultimate yet simple
thought had quickly curled the edge of my thin lips."
then I officially woke up after saying someone’s name twice. but I had to stop quoting the email, to censor the person’s name like the government though. the person’s name isn’t important to you though. 