Evil Demon Unleashed

[knightlight]

After my last experience I worked a hellish day confronted on all sides by drowsiness and mind numbing work.  I arrived home and ate a bite and decided to catch up on some sleep I had missed during the week.  I wondered what caused my paralysis.  I hoped to induce it during the next couple of hours before I had to leave to a local bar to meet up with some friends.  I slept for about an hour when I awoke.  Nothing seemed strange.  Everything was perfectly fine.  I glanced around disappointed.  No paralysis... just... normal.

I decided it was pointless to aim for it because I only seem to get it when I dont try at all and have almost forgotten about it.  I began going over my latest experience with the pants and such in my head and trying to figure out where it had come from and eventually began seeing some hypnogogic randomness.

I was convinced that I was about to project when suddenly I was awake again.  I knew something was wrong from the beginning.  I stood up and walked to my living room.  Everything was an accurate representation but I was definitely not awake.  My usual vision disturbances in the RTZ where not affecting me so I must have been in  F2.  A elven figure sat in the chair that my mother usually occupies.  Obviously my deduction had been correct and I grinned as the santas helper knitted a scarf in my living room.  I looked at the strange creature up close, it didnt seem to care I was there but at least seemed to know i was in its presence.  Its knitting was far too important to give me any attention.

I turned and everything had changed behind me.  I was in a hospital of some kind.  I turned back and the part of my house that I was in had totally changed.  I began to walk forward confused by the reality of it all.  One of my more vivid F2 experiences for sure.  I turned a corner and a scruffy 20 something guy ran into me.  He began to get very very very angry with me.  He seemed totally irrational in his anger, cursing me and pushing me.  I decided to hell with it, I was in F2 and he deserved to get wiped from my personal space.  I smacked him so hard he stood there stunned.  Suddenly my punches lost all power.  It began to hurt me to try and punch and he reached into his coat and produced a knife.  I was  suddenly feeling very helpless and trying to wake up.  I knew I could tear him apart if I put my mind to it but being in a fight with a guy with a knife isnt the most appealing situation.

I lunged at him and he stabbed me right in the arm.  A huge hole opened.  It was like my arm was jello and he had stabbed me with an ice pick.  I could see the wound flapping opened, I could easily fit my whole finger in it and barely touch the sides.  I didnt bleed at all and felt a bit of power surge back.  I knocked one of his teeth out and he slashed me in the chest.  I said "you know... this is stupid..."  and he agreed....  :eh?:

We stopped fighting and went our separate ways.  I contemplated who he had been.  Maybe he was just a traveler like me, getting stuck in a situation that just turned bad.  I went to the closest nurse and she brought me to a room with a doctor.  He stitched up my gaping wound and sent me on my way with a look of disappointment.  As I left the waiting room a man rushed up to me and told me he had to speak with me.  He was wearing what amounted to a mad scientist outfit, he even had crazy bozo the clown style hair.  I decided I wanted to find out what he had to say.  I have been looking for a bit of meaning in my F2 experiences and this seemed like an opportune time to gain some knowledge.  

We entered a vault like area, the doors we stood in front of where about 18 feet high and where made of a giant slab of bullet proof glass.  We where looking at a cage.  It was a mini ecosystem designed to contain one of the worst of the worlds evils according to the scientist.  Much to my surprise and dismay he simply opened the door.  I stood there as the door opened, everything going in slow motion as i realized what was just unleashed and turned to run.  When thinking about the worlds worst evils, the thought of waiting around to see one doesnt strike me as a good idea.  As I ran I looked behind me and a man who looked like he was made out of metal pipes sprayed with house insulation and covered in concrete that hadnt dried yet ran after the doctor, holding him to the ground and sucking his soul clean out of his body.  The area behind us turned to snow and I looked forwards, trying to find a way out.  

I made it into the parking lot.  People where running all over.  I saw my father walking towards me and I told him to find a fast car and get in.  He jumped into a large monster truck and we tore out of there.  He didnt know what I was running from but i guess he could tell it was bad.  The thing chased us in a speed that almost rivaled the monster truck.  We tore through houses and back yards and everyone who didnt get out of the way died at the hands of the Evil.  Needless to say i was terrified.  Things had gone from bad to worse and if it had just been me in the experience I wouldnt have panicked as much.  Having the life of another person, even if it is just a F2 representation of someone, in your hands isnt fun.  

We ended up escaping the thing eventually but I was so scared of it coming back that I wouldnt leave the car.  I woke up and noticed it was already 12am.  Time to drink.  Seeya.

[Selski]

Hi knightlight

Blimey - you've been busy!

I turned a corner and a scruffy 20 something guy ran into me....

...We stopped fighting and went our separate ways.  I contemplated who he had been.  

I might be way off the mark, but I wonder if he is an aspect of you, telling you that beating the hell out of others in F2 is not a great idea and perhaps a tad pointless?

I went to the closest nurse and she brought me to a room with a doctor.  He stitched up my gaping wound and sent me on my way with a look of disappointment.  

The doctor.  I think doctors are important in experiences.  Along with magicians and wizards.  And probably scientists.  I wonder why he was disappointed.  Perhaps because you hadn't realised that the guy you were fighting with was you?   :dont-know:   This is purely guess work.

As I left the waiting room a man rushed up to me and told me he had to speak with me.  He was wearing what amounted to a mad scientist outfit, he even had crazy bozo the clown style hair.  I decided I wanted to find out what he had to say.  I have been looking for a bit of meaning in my F2 experiences and this seemed like an opportune time to gain some knowledge.  

We entered a vault like area, the doors we stood in front of where about 18 feet high and where made of a giant slab of bullet proof glass.  We where looking at a cage.  It was a mini ecosystem designed to contain one of the worst of the worlds evils according to the scientist.  Much to my surprise and dismay he simply opened the door.  I stood there as the door opened, everything going in slow motion as i realized what was just unleashed and turned to run.  When thinking about the worlds worst evils, the thought of waiting around to see one doesnt strike me as a good idea.  As I ran I looked behind me and a man who looked like he was made out of metal pipes sprayed with house insulation and covered in concrete that hadnt dried yet ran after the doctor, holding him to the ground and sucking his soul clean out of his body.  

Hmmm.  I wonder if this whole experience is testing your fear.  If you'd had emotions more of curiosity and wonder at what was going to be behind the "worlds worst evil" vault (and not a shred of fear), I wonder what you'd have found.  I doubt it would have been the pipe man.  Heck, it probably would have been the Wizard of Oz and a total disappointment!!

You really are coming on leaps and bounds with your experiences, but I still think there's a shedload of fear that you'd benefit from dealing with.  How?  I dunno.  You need more mental control over your experiences.  As soon as you realise you haven't got as much power as you thought you had, you seem to lose it and start getting scared.  

How about meditating and using an imaginary scenario where you meet all manner of nasties and use your imagination to change them (rather than beat the shite out of them)?  Or change your perception of the nasty.  If something is walking towards you that looks threatening and menacing, change the way you feel towards it.  See it as simply another "being" and walk past it with an air of genuine nonchalance.  

If you start doing this in your meditations and imaginations, perhaps that will filter through to your F2 experiences.  

Just a thought!  Good luck!  

Sarah

[knightlight]

I think your correct about my fear.  I dont think I was 100% lucid during the last half of the experience.  It seems as soon as fear starts to seep in I go into instinct mode and lose some of my lucidity.  Not to sound like a huge gamer nerd but this reminds me of a rule in most pen and paper role playing games.  Some monsters have an ability like Cause Fear or Cause Terror and when you meet them you have to make a dice roll to see if you can even stand there or if you just automatically run away before the encounter even starts.  I failed my roll.   :scareboo:  Whatever this "Pipe Man" is must really represent something horrific in my F2 space.  I guess I will have to deal with him another day, whether its fighting him or giving him a bunch of flowers.

I might be way off the mark, but I wonder if he is an aspect of you, telling you that beating the hell out of others in F2 is not a great idea and perhaps a tad pointless?

Well... you may be right, but I tend to lose my temper easily in F2 when a random dream character decides to get lippy with me.  Maybe he was an aspect of me, but if we had just ran into each other and said our sorrys and kept going I would have been fine.  Sure beating people up in F2 is pretty pointless, but I enjoy it on the rare occasion that someone is asking for it as much as he was.

The doctor. I think doctors are important in experiences. Along with magicians and wizards. And probably scientists. I wonder why he was disappointed. Perhaps because you hadn't realised that the guy you were fighting with was you?  This is purely guess work.

I also think they are a firm indication of a guide or the more controlled elements of F2.  I dont know if he was angry about me fighting or if he thought the other guy was me as well, it seemed he just didnt approve of me at all really.  It was more like a fatherly disappointment.

Hmmm. I wonder if this whole experience is testing your fear. If you'd had emotions more of curiosity and wonder at what was going to be behind the "worlds worst evil" vault (and not a shred of fear), I wonder what you'd have found. I doubt it would have been the pipe man. Heck, it probably would have been the Wizard of Oz and a total disappointment!!

LOL... yeah... I guess maybe your right, but from the second I saw the doors it was just so ominous.  It was like my fear was purely instinctual, I was afraid even before I knew I was.  I guess maybe I should have reacted a but better but these things happen.  Live and learn.

You really are coming on leaps and bounds with your experiences

I seem to have hit a patch of extreme activity, I sure hope it lasts for a while!  It seems maybe I have reached a new plateau and I will stay this active until I get things more under control and move on from there.

Your meditation idea seems like a good idea...  problem is that it just seems like some elements of my experiences I just cant control.  I will give it a try though, who knows, maybe it will work!