Hello all! First of all, I apologize for my looooong disappearance. I really cannot remember why I stopped coming here but it was likely related to a computer failure I had in 2011. Anyway... a lot has happened in my life... and now I return again to tell a story. For those of who you don't remember me, that's okay! I might as well start over at this point anyway.
What brought me here today is that lately I have thinking a lot about an AP gone very wrong that I had two years ago. I find myself more spiritual and interested in things like portals and dimensions ever since this encounter happened. Explaining it is quite difficult... but I will do my best to do so. I do not understand what happened, or what it means, which is why I am sharing this today. I need to know what the hell this was because I have been scared to AP ever since this occurred. Forgive me, for my memories of this are not as sharp as they once were. But I remember enough of it to tell about it...
It started off as a dream without much direction. I honestly cannot recall the exact details of the dream, but I think it was some sort of festival. I was definitely outside, in almost a park-like setting, like trees and people around. I recall driving there actually, and parking. I was standing in front of this line of huge wooden.... shrine? statues? They were maybe 20 feet high. They had flame torches coming from the top of their heads, billowing fumes high up into the air. I don't know what they really were, but they were interesting. Something happened after that, something weird... there was a series of explosions, and suddenly the statues erupted into flame. Fire spread all across the ground, and everyone else screamed and ran away. About that time, I thought "what the hell?" and then I heard it- a high pitched, evil cackle. It was the most disturbing thing I have ever heard. It felt shivers down my spine and immediately induced a feeling of sheer panic and doom- I ran. I didn't know where I was going, I just ran away.
I looked back briefly and saw shapeless shadows closing in on me. That's when I realized it was a dream. I wanted to wake up... but I couldn't. My body felt strange; slow, and almost deadened. A feeling I have gotten many times during dreams before: the feeling of being unable to move normally, or escape. I stumbled into a puddle, expecting to just get wet and go on, but that's not what happened. My foot hit that puddle and it felt like quicksand. Thunk! My other foot carried into the puddle as well. Thack! Two of those "things" were closing in on me. I could see them somewhat clearly now. Dressed in tattered black robes, with skeletal, blackened flesh and featureless faces, they cackled that sinister laugh as they approached me in full-glide. As I went to pull my feet out of the puddle, that's when it happened, the whole reason I am telling this story: I fell through the puddle. It pulled me down slowly; I felt an iciness over come me as I sank deeper and deeper... I thought I was dead. I didn't what had happened. I drifted down into a perfect black void with nothing around me. I couldn't even move. I looked back up and saw the shimmer of the water in the puddle I had just fallen through. And then I saw something else too. Those things had materialized through the ground and were now in the same void space I was in. Now there were 4 of them, and I felt trapped. All of them stared at me with twisted, sharp faces. One of them had a grin like the Cheshire cat- but had no teeth. They were all cackling that evil, horrible laugh... the one farthest to my left began to reach for me. I screamed, thinking it would wake me up. It didn't. I now realized that I was in an AP, and had lost control of it. They were in command of it, not me. I really, really though I was a goner as I went deeper down into that void. I couldn't even see the puddle anymore. I screamed one last time as many bony, freezing hands grabbed my chest and face. I closed my eyes and prepared for what was going to happen....
Then, miraculously, I felt a snap. I woke up looking at the wall of my bedroom, I felt confused and empty. I just laid there, mind blank for 5 minutes before I finally sat up and thought, "wow, omg, what just happened to me?" That next day felt surreal- I felt like I had left a part of myself in that place. Felt like I didn't belong. I managed to get to feeling more myself over the next week, but I was terrified to go to sleep for weeks afterwards. To this day, I have not allowed myself any more AP adventures. I wake up frequently now, I think, as a subconscious way to limit my ability to do so. I barely have dreams anymore, and I now find myself more spiritual, as stated before, and interested in things "we cannot see". I now believe in demons, for I fully believe I encountered some that night. I believe there are portals and passages into other realms, for I also believe I have experienced that as well; not just in this experience, but also in others. This one was just the first to officially scare the living bejesus out of me. My descriptions of those demons are hardly sufficient. They were, in reality, quite impossible to describe with what words I know. I will say that I am not the easiest person to scare. I have watched all manners of the most terrible and violence tv shows and movies one can watch ever since a young age. These creatures were far, far, far beyond the horror of anything I have ever seen in any movie, tv show, freak show, fictional prop, or any dream or any conjuring of any monster I could ever have possibly have dreamed up. They were the embodiment of pure evil and death, I am sure of it. They took something from me that night that I will probably never have back again: my piece of mind. The human obliviousness that allowed me to live my daily life is gone. I went too far and saw things no one should, and now there is an omnipresence in my life that I cannot quite explain. It just feels like I am never alone now; like there is always something tagging along with me. Maybe it is the knowledge of there being more out there than most people think... or maybe I actually invited something back with me. Either way, how am I to ever feel fully normal again?
Thanks for reading. I wish you all the utmost of caution and best of luck.
What brought me here today is that lately I have thinking a lot about an AP gone very wrong that I had two years ago. I find myself more spiritual and interested in things like portals and dimensions ever since this encounter happened. Explaining it is quite difficult... but I will do my best to do so. I do not understand what happened, or what it means, which is why I am sharing this today. I need to know what the hell this was because I have been scared to AP ever since this occurred. Forgive me, for my memories of this are not as sharp as they once were. But I remember enough of it to tell about it...
It started off as a dream without much direction. I honestly cannot recall the exact details of the dream, but I think it was some sort of festival. I was definitely outside, in almost a park-like setting, like trees and people around. I recall driving there actually, and parking. I was standing in front of this line of huge wooden.... shrine? statues? They were maybe 20 feet high. They had flame torches coming from the top of their heads, billowing fumes high up into the air. I don't know what they really were, but they were interesting. Something happened after that, something weird... there was a series of explosions, and suddenly the statues erupted into flame. Fire spread all across the ground, and everyone else screamed and ran away. About that time, I thought "what the hell?" and then I heard it- a high pitched, evil cackle. It was the most disturbing thing I have ever heard. It felt shivers down my spine and immediately induced a feeling of sheer panic and doom- I ran. I didn't know where I was going, I just ran away.
I looked back briefly and saw shapeless shadows closing in on me. That's when I realized it was a dream. I wanted to wake up... but I couldn't. My body felt strange; slow, and almost deadened. A feeling I have gotten many times during dreams before: the feeling of being unable to move normally, or escape. I stumbled into a puddle, expecting to just get wet and go on, but that's not what happened. My foot hit that puddle and it felt like quicksand. Thunk! My other foot carried into the puddle as well. Thack! Two of those "things" were closing in on me. I could see them somewhat clearly now. Dressed in tattered black robes, with skeletal, blackened flesh and featureless faces, they cackled that sinister laugh as they approached me in full-glide. As I went to pull my feet out of the puddle, that's when it happened, the whole reason I am telling this story: I fell through the puddle. It pulled me down slowly; I felt an iciness over come me as I sank deeper and deeper... I thought I was dead. I didn't what had happened. I drifted down into a perfect black void with nothing around me. I couldn't even move. I looked back up and saw the shimmer of the water in the puddle I had just fallen through. And then I saw something else too. Those things had materialized through the ground and were now in the same void space I was in. Now there were 4 of them, and I felt trapped. All of them stared at me with twisted, sharp faces. One of them had a grin like the Cheshire cat- but had no teeth. They were all cackling that evil, horrible laugh... the one farthest to my left began to reach for me. I screamed, thinking it would wake me up. It didn't. I now realized that I was in an AP, and had lost control of it. They were in command of it, not me. I really, really though I was a goner as I went deeper down into that void. I couldn't even see the puddle anymore. I screamed one last time as many bony, freezing hands grabbed my chest and face. I closed my eyes and prepared for what was going to happen....
Then, miraculously, I felt a snap. I woke up looking at the wall of my bedroom, I felt confused and empty. I just laid there, mind blank for 5 minutes before I finally sat up and thought, "wow, omg, what just happened to me?" That next day felt surreal- I felt like I had left a part of myself in that place. Felt like I didn't belong. I managed to get to feeling more myself over the next week, but I was terrified to go to sleep for weeks afterwards. To this day, I have not allowed myself any more AP adventures. I wake up frequently now, I think, as a subconscious way to limit my ability to do so. I barely have dreams anymore, and I now find myself more spiritual, as stated before, and interested in things "we cannot see". I now believe in demons, for I fully believe I encountered some that night. I believe there are portals and passages into other realms, for I also believe I have experienced that as well; not just in this experience, but also in others. This one was just the first to officially scare the living bejesus out of me. My descriptions of those demons are hardly sufficient. They were, in reality, quite impossible to describe with what words I know. I will say that I am not the easiest person to scare. I have watched all manners of the most terrible and violence tv shows and movies one can watch ever since a young age. These creatures were far, far, far beyond the horror of anything I have ever seen in any movie, tv show, freak show, fictional prop, or any dream or any conjuring of any monster I could ever have possibly have dreamed up. They were the embodiment of pure evil and death, I am sure of it. They took something from me that night that I will probably never have back again: my piece of mind. The human obliviousness that allowed me to live my daily life is gone. I went too far and saw things no one should, and now there is an omnipresence in my life that I cannot quite explain. It just feels like I am never alone now; like there is always something tagging along with me. Maybe it is the knowledge of there being more out there than most people think... or maybe I actually invited something back with me. Either way, how am I to ever feel fully normal again?
Thanks for reading. I wish you all the utmost of caution and best of luck.
Everything says to lay on your back, but do i have to? And yes, I am somewhat prone to sleep paraylsis.