Okay, so I have never been seriously dedicated to lucid dreaming, I have never even had one, despite being here for a while. My New Years resolution was to be dedicated to it, write the dream journal and all that neatness. I spend today, bored, and so I decided to look at creepypastas (if you dont know what that is, its scary stories that are usually emailed to others or posted on image boards, some are sarcastic [ex: google "BUT THEN WHO WAS PHONE?"] and some are meant to actually be scary [ex: google "Dead Bart", "Happy Appy", and "Candle Cove"]) I found one called "Sleep Paralysis." I look at the title and say "Don't read it, you'll get scared, and unmotivated to lucid dream"

That is exactly what happened. The story is as follows:


It’s a simple enough thing. It’s all a part of the body’s sleep processes. Sleep Paralysis, right? No big deal, really. Your body produces a chemical that paralyzes your body during R.E.M sleep to prevent you from hurting yourself by thrashing about during your dreams. No big deal.

Okay, so, you opened your eyes and you can’t move your body. It’s the chemicals. Oh, you can keep trying to wriggle those toes, but it’s not happening. Forget it. Just relax. It’ll go away. It’s fine. It’s normal.

Oh, now there’s something pressing on your chest, real hard, it’s making it hard to breathe. It’s heavy, so very heavy, whatever’s on your chest. Chemicals. It’s all chemicals. Stop trying to scream, it won’t work. Your throat muscles are paralyzed too. You still can’t breathe.

You are staring at a blank ceiling, you can’t stare anywhere else. Shadows flit across your vision, forming shapes you try not to think about. A clawed hand, a flash of jagged, shadowy teeth. All images from your subconscious. A face forming above yours, leering through black void eyes. You think you hear sibilant whispering. Angry hissing, like a snake that’s been disturbed.

Suddenly, a sharp white light briefly flares in the room as a car pulls down the street, dispelling the shadows. The weight is gone. You can breathe, your hands clench sheets.

You feel an eternity has passed by but it was all the work of a moment. You wriggle, just to prove to yourself you can. You sit up, take a deep breath and then laugh a little at yourself. Sleep Paralysis. Stupid.

You turn to shake your spouse awake, eager to share your experience. You feel paralyzed again, but it has nothing to do with Sleep Paralysis. You stare at the blood, the jagged wound in her throat, her wide, staring eyes, mouth opened in soundless scream.

You survived your Old Hag Syndrome.

She didn’t.

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I know Old Hag Syndrome is real, and all this horror could possibly happen (minus the spouse dying part with the knife) and now im scared. I know Old Hag could possibly be a figure coming at you trying to kill you or something, and that is scary, all of this or worse can happen. The story is right here.

Slap some sense into me.