It's the first time I hear about this sleep paralysis thing. Sounds like fun: you want to move but can't! Freaky. I want to experience it too. Once, of course.



Hahaha, don't take me too seriously.

You want to experience that kind of terror willingly? The kind of horror I can only imagine compares to that of car crash victims, or worse. Its not good!

And yes, I'm not taking you seriously heh.

I'd imagine it is. I've had a lot of dreams were something bad is happening and I am unable to move/scream. These dreams are really vivid, and it is the most terrifying feeling. I can't imagine what it must be like to experience it for real

I'd imagine it is. I've had a lot of dreams were something bad is happening and I am unable to move/scream. These dreams are really vivid, and it is the most terrifying feeling. I can't imagine what it must be like to experience it for real

I know what you mean. Like running on dry sand and (this I absolutely hate from the bottom of my heart) bouncing about 1 meter to air on every step you take and falling slowly back to ground just to take another step and hoping you would move forward more than 30cm.

Don't get my started on sleep paralysis....ooooh dear god that really changed my life.

Life alterring for me as well! I thought a ghost was holding me down too! I never told anyone for fear of not being taken seriously. I seriously had no idea what the hell it was or what was going on! You guys have totally made my day!!! Thanks!!!!!! *skips off to do some research*

Okay, lads 'n lassies...fasten your seatbelts...
It's not a childhood fear, but it scared the SHIT outta me!
You'll never want to experience something like this...

About one year ago I had a dream that went like this:
I was on a schooltrip with some classmates (strange enough,
for I'm outta school 6 years now). Anyway, it all started cool.
Beautiful landscape, hanging around with friends...
Than something like a gotcha-game started. Not real gotcha
actually...more like an old childhood game. Capture the fort
or something like that. You know...running around and screaming
"bang, you're dead" and stuff...Yeah, quite funny, but what
followed wasn't funny at all. Something changed...I knew that
something wasn't right. When someone threw a plastic-grenade
at me I felt like: "Fuck, this is crazy, but you'd better run for cover"
So I did...And running out of the "dangerzone" of that little plastic
nade I suddenly tripped. An almost inaudible "click" followed.
I felt that I was leaped high into the air by a really powerful blast.
When I hit the ground again, I felt dazed. I didn't feel anything.
When I opened my eyes two of my lads stood above me, looking
down on me with wide open eyes. I smiled at them and wanted to
rise up. I coulnd't. Then I felt a rush of adrenaline pounding through
my veins. Something was WRONG....VERY wrong...The look on their
faces...One of them, Chris, all the time just murmured:
"Danny...oh shit...oh fuck....oh lord, Danny...."
I finally managed to get up my head and chest, using my left arm
to lift me....and stared at my burnt and torn apart body. Both of my
legs were completely gone. My right arm had been torn off right
below the elbow. My left hand also was gone...
My guts were all over me. And my blood kept rushing out of me like
crazy. "A landmine!", I thought. "I tripped a friggin landmine!"
Then I looked at what was left of me again and thought:
"How am I ever again gonna play the guitar like this?"
(COMPLETELY CRAZY, I know...but that was what I thought)
Then everything went black. But the nightmare didn't end there.
I woke up once more, in the ambulance. My friends were still there.
And now there was pain. PAIN like I had never felt before...
I know that it's pretty uncommon to feel pain when dreaming.
But I felt it...felt my mangled, torn apart body...
Then I felt that I was bleeding to death. I was able to count the
heartbeats that would be left before life finally would have flown
out of me. 3...2...1....I took my last breath...
And woke up...
And in the first half minute, that seemed like an eternity to me,
i DIND'T DARE to check if I was alright. I swear, I still FELT the
injuries, and I was absolutely SURE that my legs and arm and
hand WOULD be gone if I'd take a look. There was no more
sleep that night. And all day long my body still ached...
Like phantom pain...Maybe because I had tensed my muscles
so hard while dreaming.

I NEVER wish anyone of you a dream like this.
It was the abolute horror. I was absolutely sure that I was gonna
die...no, even worse...I actually DID die...and even after waking
up I thought: "Okay, so you survived, but you're maimed and
dismembered..."

Still getting goosbumps, when thinkin' about that night...
I wonder about the dreams meaning.
Fear of loss...yeah, I think that's it...

edit, as we seem to have posted at the sam time, and i wanna say somthin to your really bad dream: i don't know if you believe in reincarnation, but those who do would consider this an obvious case. brrrr. mean dream, man!

now the original post:

i guess the nightmares of not being able to move are connected with that natural paralysis thing mentioned earlier.

but back to the topic: when i was little, everything scared me:
planes
large machinery (oil pumps had a strange fascination though)
strangers, even other children
the large black dog next door
the long haired puppets from the sesame street
lots of other shit from sesame street
darkness
certain places in my parents' house
being alone
some child's books...

i also had a helluva lot of really irrational fears, like being swallowed by a hole in the ground on the beach in the middle of everybody or going to school alone and finding the class room to be gone. already the thought of taking the wrong train was total horror, too.

and i remember a very special fear that came up by night: the vision of countless large daddy long legs, woodlice and other creepy creatures crawling at the foot end of the bed UNDER THE BLANKET!

another story that scared the fuck out of me was that my brother said he had heard on the radio that a reporter who was doing research in a laboratory for genetic engineering had encountered a dog, which by turning around showed a human face and told him to leave.
that story took my sleep for weeks, cause i took it for real. i was five or six or so.

HOLY SHIT Don't take this the wrong way but were you on drugs or something? Damn!!! I feel for you!

I'll be honest, about the sleep paralysis thing, I actually look forward to it anymore, it's kind of like a roller coaster type of rush, where you know you're safe.

I used to be afraid of roller coasters at one point, but that was when I was barely tall enough to ride them. I'd go on anyway.

[djskrimp]

I'd love to experience sleep paralysis now, only because I know what it is and I know that it's natural. But, when you don't know what it is...poop in your pants scary.

Oh yeah, I'll go ahead and give some stories since I just realized that I hadn't yet.

First time I remember experiencing it was in late junior high or early high school. I decided that I was going to sleep to the first Danzig solo album. Anyway, I started falling asleep, but suddenly I noticed that someone was pulling me down my bed, towards the foot of the bed. I couldn't do anything to stop it either, and anyway, I was too scared to. Anyway, I kept getting pulled down before I finally fell off the bed. I eventually was able to wake up to find myself laying in my bed just as I had been before I went to sleep.

Another time was early this past summer when I was listening to Devlab. Anyway, I got that feeling of being held down by something that I couldn't do anything about. Anyway, there's some wind noises or something, and as they were going on, it was like whatever had been holding me down was leaning right down into my ears and blowing in them. I felt my eardrums rattling and everything. Again, I eventually broke out of it.

There have also been times where I have thought that I'd opened my eyes (obviously it was the sleep part and I hadn't actually opened my eyes), and I'd actually seen a shadow next to my bed, that didn't help anything. Also, sometimes when I break out of it I have one of those things where you see spots when you look into a light, but the spot is a clear face. I know it's just my imagination, but it can still be a little bit scary.

Another thing is that even when I was scared shitless of whatever it was, my energy went into an effort to try to yell "Fuck you" at whatever was holding me down and try to flick it off and get tough with it. Don't know why, since I'm normally a very nonviolent person in reality, but that's one thing I find kind of funny about the whole thing.

At least I don't have to worry too much about sleep walking.

Wow, Ike!

Now that you mention...SESAME STREET! *shudder*
I didn't see it often when I was small, but I remember
that once (and that time I was, OF COURSE, watching it
all alone) there was a scene that scared the SHIT outta me.

Kermit is standing somewhere, waiting to make a live report.
Then it happens...and I already KNOW what's gonna happen,
even though I never have seen this issue before...
He stumbled over something. He takes it up. ("god, no....!")
He wonders: "What the...What's that cable doin' here?"
("...it's no CABLE! Run, Kermit, RUN!")
He pulls and rips the thing frantically towards him, to see where
it leads. ("Drop it! RUN!!!).
A big, mean, FUCKING scary furry monster sloooooowwwwly
rises up, the "cable" being his ultralong, thin, trunklike nose,
watching him with anger. Well, "anger" doesn't quite put it.
More a "guess what I'm gonna do to you for that!" look.
It builds up in front of Kermit higher and higher. Kermits' gaze
follows up, he begins to shudder. Then the creature arches its
eyebrows and with a lightning-quick move grabs him with it's
huge mouth and FUCKING SWOLLOWS HIM DOWN IN A WHOLE!
Then it turns towards the camera and lets out a single ultradeep:
"HA!"

What the fuck is THAT gonna teach little childreen?
Keep your hands from things you don't know or you're gonna be eaten?
Swallowed ALIVE by a FUCKIN big UGLY-AS-HELL-monster?

Cost me some sleepless nights when I was 4 or 5...
Fuck, I'm 26 now and STILL haven't forgotten THAT!

What the fuck is THAT gonna teach little childreen?

Well, I guess that means "kill the fucking crazy frog". Not a bad thing.

"eat talking frogs"

to me, that's really educational

another fear is of moths and daisies, but those are recent

another fear is of moths

I;ve always had that (and butterflys) when we used to go to this natural history place with my dad i used to wait for him and my sister on the other side of the butterfly farm!

I've recently learnt to control my fear of moths when theres one in the bathroom!

butterfly farm

*shudders*

moths are evil!