Death's Other Kingdom

01.16.2013

Sleep Paralysis (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I suddenly become conscious of myself, paralyzed and floating in the black void between dreams. I am not concerned about anything; I just passively wait for a dream to pull me in. It seems as though it's taking longer than normal.

Eventually the faint buzzing of my body grows into great roaring vibrations, far more powerful than normal. It is unpleasant, but I recognize the feeling of being pulled towards a dream, so I do not fight it.

Suddenly I am "waking up" in a chair, with my head hanging uncomfortably back off the arm. "How did I fall asleep in this chair?" I wonder groggily, painfully pulling myself to a sitting position. I do not suspect that I'm dreaming at all. I am wondering how I got back into a house that no longer exists, but more pressing concerns distract me: my teeth seem to be misaligned so that my mouth cannot close properly, and I taste blood.

I stumble to the bathroom and am horrified to find that I have a disgusting looking underbite. My teeth slide together painfully when I try to close my mouth. I push my teeth back and close my mouth the right way, but whenever I open my mouth my teeth go all crooked again. Freaked, I suddenly am reminded of the taste of blood. I start spitting up large globs of blood all over the sink.

Okay, this is definitely a dream. I remember the sleep paralysis now, and find myself silly for not seeing this sooner. However, the sleep paralysis overtakes me once more before I get a chance to move. The feeling is once again extremely unpleasant, so much that I struggle to wake up.

I succeed briefly. I wake up, then roll over and immediately go back to sleep.

Now I am in a doctor's office, talking to a nurse about my sleep paralysis and the possibility that I have some kind of sleeping disorder. She laughs at me derisively, as if she doesn't believe me. She instructs me to go into this small room to take some kind of test, which I assume will verify that my problem is legitimate. It is a small room with a desk and a computer screen- no keyboard or mouse or anything.

I sit in front of the computer. Suddenly a demon comes out of it with a horrible demonic chattering filling my head. I can tell it is trying to drain my energy. I become lucid once more. "I'll just force it back into the screen with my telekinesis," I think, not worried in the slightest. But when I hold out my arm and try to exert my will upon it, the demon shoots up my body and drags me back into sleep paralysis.

The demonic chattering accompanyied with the thundering vibrations in my head and body is almost unbearable. I struggle, but any movemment I succeed in making is never with my real, physical body. Somehow I manage to open my eyes. At first, I don't believe they are my real eyes, because I am still entirely paralyzed, but I manage to focus on my clock. It is hard for my eyes to focus on the numbers, but I make out 2:34.

I am getting really concerned, wondering if I'm actually having some kind of seizure. It is a struggle to keep my eyes open, but I concentrate as hard as I can on the clock to keep them from closing so I do not have another endless cycle of false awakenings and more sleep paralysis. I HAVE to wake myself up.

The air is shimmering and moving, the way heat looks coming off a hot blacktop in the summer, and that demented chattering is still screeching horribly in my head. Am I really being attacked by a demon? I cannot move any part of my body except my eyes and possibly my mouth (though it's hard to say if it's my REAL mouth that is moving), so I instead quicken my breathing. If I start breathing really fast and irregularly, maybe it will jolt me awake.

After a few more agonizing moments, the heavy breathing really does force me awake. I am panting heavily, my heart pounding. I look at the clock. The time confirms that my eyes were actually open, as it is now a few minutes after 2:34. After I compose myself and go back to sleep, I have more disturbing dreams, but no more sleep paralysis.

01.04.2013

Fearsome Fun (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Looking in the mirror, I notice that my teeth have become grotesquely crooked. I push on them, hoping to force them back into place. Instead, I succeed in accidentally dislodging my two front teeth. Desperately trying to stick them back into my gum, I decide that this must be a dream.

A reality check proves me correct.

Upon becoming lucid, the atmosphere changes. A dark red and black haze takes over my vision as my reflection turns twisted and evil. My eyes are empty black pits, and my mouth appears horrid and full of decay. After a moment of initial startlement, I decide to have some fun with this.

I make horrifying faces at myself in the mirror, laughing evilly at how terrifying I am. No horror movie villian has ever looked as gruesome and wicked as I do. This will be fun, indeed.

I stalk out of the bathroom through the rest of the house, making more scary faces and wailing like a hideous wraith at each person I come across. They all scream in terror, eyes wide and frozen in place with fear.

Last night I got to bed extremely early and therefore had awesome recall. To avoid a super long post, I'll post them all separately.

12.01.2012

Fly, Flee, Fight (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Looking in the mirror, I am horrified to realize that one of my front teeth has been chipped. The more I look at it, the worse it gets. "This HAS to be a dream," I think, though I'm convinced that it is reality. Even so, I do a reality check and am relieved (and surprised) to find that I am, in fact, dreaming.

I head to the living room and run into my brother. "I'm dreaming," I tell him. He suddenly morphs into a rather girlish looking boy with long black hair. "Cool," he says. "What are you going to do?"

"I just want to go out and explore." I say. "A kind of vacation from the stress of earlier in the dream." My feet are cold and I am looking for socks and shoes to put on, then I wonder why I'm bothering with such silly details. Shoes will automatically appear on my feet if I walk outside.

Sure enough, they do.

The boy who was previously my brother steps outside with me. "I know of a cool place we could go," he tells me excitedly. "Follow me!" He proceeds to fly off in a southward direction. Wanting to add new places to my dream map, I hurriedly follow, though I have always had problems flying at the fast pace that he is keeping. Suddenly, I realize EXACTLY how to do it and I am flying faster than ever before to keep up with him. ((I'm clearly not paying attention to where we're going, however, because though I KNOW we were originally going south, we end up in the northern woods of my dream world.))

We land in a small area in the woods that appears to be a village of Fairies. The Fairies are human sized with bright, colorful wings. We spend a lot of time talking to them, and they give us some sort of Honorary Fairy status.

We decide to have a race with some of the Fairies that will end at my house. There are many colorful floating checkpoints in the air that mark the route we are supposed to take. We have to fly as close to the markers as we can to get points and to make sure we're not taking any shortcuts.

We take off and I easily follow the trail of checkpoints, even when it shoots way up into the air and then does complicated spirals and loops downward. It's amazingly fun!

The race is interrupted, however, when some kind of strange force crash lands us into a cabin in the woods. Inside the cabin is a large square patch of ice, kind of like a skating rink that isn't round. We are playing around with this when suddenly a door opens in the back and the same force sucks the two Fairies with us into a back room. A sinister feeling suddenly overwhelms us, and I temporarily lose lucidity as the boy and I run from the cabin in terror, some unseen evil chasing quickly after us.

Suddenly I stop, becoming lucid again and realizing that I'm being cowardly. I force the boy to stop, too. "We can't just leave our friends back there!" I yell at him.

"But we don't have anything to fight with," he stammers, afraid.

"This is a dream, MAKE a weapon. Like this!" I act as though I'm drawing a sword from a sheath at my side. I can feel the sword in my hand, but it seems to be invisible.

"There's nothing there!" He yells.

"Hey, an invisible sword works just as well as a visible one," I defend. At this time, an evil woman and her scary looking cat-creature approach us. The cat lunges at me, but I decapitate it with my invisible sword. I grin, pleased that this actually worked.

The woman then criticizes my fighting skills, saying that my stance is off and that I'm holding my sword wrong. She says she'll have to teach me. We end up having a mock sword fight with plastic zip ties. She seems rather bored, so I perform a sneak attack with my zip tie to prove that I'm a competent fighter. I barely touch her arm, and if you've ever seen a zip tie it's obviously not sharp in the slightest and extremely flimsy, so I am shocked when it cuts her nearly clean in half!!! She falls to the ground in a pool of blood, a surprised look on her face.

I wake up shortly afterwards.