|VAMPIRE STORY - Janice (1984)
I am in a hypnagogic reverie not seen with my whole field of view. I see a small military garrison supposedly from ancient times. One man is horribly scarred on the left side of his face from a hot bar that has been held against it. He is harshly happy, though -- wicked -- laughing with his comrades. I sense something about this punishment -- once it has been done to you, you can do it to someone else (perhaps the next guy ordered it?). There is a cruelly handsome, dark-haired vampire in command (though it is a daylight scene). He is a living man but evil. He selects me, seeing through the eyes of a young soldier, for his pre-march ritual, intending to slice a long gash in my right wrist with his long nails and drink the blood. (I have gradually been drawn more into the scene instead of just viewing it.) I, the hallucinator, try to pull out at this point and end up in Limbo [my word at the time for sleep paralysis]. The vampire is trying to grab my wrists and pull me back. I fend him off with poorly remembered and misquoted Bible passages, such as "That which is in you is stronger than that which is in the world," and a "rune" I had read in a children's sci-fi book by Madeleine L'Engle.* I finally win free/wake up.
*Many years later I found out that this was in fact an ancient Irish Christian charm against evil, known as the Rune of St. Patrick. Here's how it goes, in case you ever need it. :)
| ST. PATRICK'S RUNE
At Tara today in this fateful hour
I place all Heaven with its power,
And the Sun with its brightness,
And the snow with its whiteness,
And Fire with all the strength it hath,
And lightning with its rapid wrath,
And the winds with their swiftness along the path,
And the rocks with their steepness,
And the Earth with its starkness,
All these I place
By God's almighty help and grace,
Between myself and the powers of darkness.
|RAZORS - Trish (2000)
So there I am, in bed, pulling the covers up to my neck and snuggling with my full-length body pillow -- juuust about to fall asleep -- when suddenly and quite viciously these hands reach up from inside my bed and grab hold of me. There were about a dozen of them in all, reaching, grabbing, trying to pull me down into the bed itself. Kind of took me by surprise, because I never felt like I had fallen asleep. Everything else around me was the same as it usually is, lending the situation a realistic quality which took me unaware. My attention would normally be on how to take control of the situation, but being so suddenly put on the defense, the hands were all I could think about. They tried diligently, while I screamed at them in my mind, but they were unsuccessful.
If hands have minds, then one of them had an idea. It retreated down into the bed, and came back up brandishing a foot-long razor. If they couldn't take me down whole, they'd hack me to pieces, and then pull down the parts. I felt that razor slice through my left thigh, hearing a sudden horrible zip of flesh separating from flesh, and it burned -- oh, how it burned! In the horror of it all, I somehow pulled myself out of this state and woke up completely. The sense of realism and the inability to move does a hell of a job on the psyche, though. Afterwards, I sat for over an hour in the chair across the room with my head in my hands, only occasionally looking up to watch the digital clock tick its way from three A.M. to four A.M.
Was it some psychological fear manifestation resulting from sleep paralysis? Or was it Occam's Razor come back to haunt me? You skeptics need to stay out of my bedroom! : )
|SLEEP PARALYSIS - Lorene
Lying there unable to move.
Body vibrating rapidly and hard.
Trying to yell for help but can't talk or moan or anything.
Sensing a presence or presences watching.
Praying to get out of it.
False awakenings, then it starts all over.
Finally SNAP out and immediately get up to "shake it off."
|How my eyes feel trying to escape the paralysis! - Lorene|
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