Ive only had an episode of dream paralysis once in my life. Unfortunately, the hallucination that came with it was pretty horrifying. And to make matters worse, I found out after the fact that a member of my family had the exact same experience on the exact same night, so you can imagine how upsetting that is for me. I don't know if it was coincidence or paranormal, but I don't ever want to go through it ever again!
Basically when I was still in high school, I woke up from taking a nap and was unable to open my eyes or move at all. I didn't feel any physical pain or discomfort, but for whatever reason I had the overwhelming sense that there was a demonic presence in the room, and that this presence was what was paralyzing me. I don't do any drugs, and at this time had never even had alcohol before. I'd never had religious or paranormal visions or hallucinations before either. All of a sudden I felt my body levitate off of the bed, and I was floating above it in the air. Then I "heard" (I felt this was inside my head, not out loud) a voice more evil and dark then anything I've heard in my life that simply hissed "I hate you" and nothing else. I floated like this for quite some time, unable to open my eyes or move a muscle, until at some point I fell back asleep again. I woke up later, completely normal, but able to remember every detail of the experience.
I was a pretty self-conscious kid, so I didn't want to really mention this to anyone, but it was killing me not to get it out. So the next day at dinner, I casually mentioned something like "Man, last night I had a dream that I couldn't move, but it felt so real." My dad's response scared the living hell out of me. He replied "I had a dream like that too! Only it was satan in my dream who paralyzed me." Being the overly sensitive person that I am, I of course immediately burst into tears of terror and told my dad that was the exact same "dream" I'd actually had. My sister was convinced that our home was possessed by some demonic creature and begged my dad to have it exercised, but my dad told us to quit overreacting and that it was just a coincidence. That may be true, or it may not be. To this day I still get covered in goosebumps remembering that awful voice, and I'm terrified of it happening again.
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