Sleep paralysis, aliens, and shadow entities

Update:
Last night the shadow entity came. I lunged at it while paralysied. I feel really sleepy right after and fight to wake up. Cant fight the sleepyness and I fall asleep.

I wake up sometime later and a voice in my subconcious tells me there are boxes of posionous snakes at the foot of my bed and they will attack if I fight them.
I'm saying to myself "thats totally ridiculous". Then images of rattlesnakes and vipers flash in my head. "This is such BS, there are no snakes in a box at the foot of my bed". And I all of a sudden fall asleep and wake up in the morning.

I think whatever I lunged at planted the "box of snakes" story in my head to scare me into complying. I think I found a way to fight them otherwise they wouldnt make up such lame ass stories.

You need to look at why you are creating that reality for yourself.

>>>>>.You need to look at why you are creating that reality for yourself.<<<<<

Thanks for the concern. I have tried that route already. Whatever it is is real and not my imaginary friend.

My ex husband always suffered with sleep paralysis and it freaked him out.
He also spoke in his sleep and once I heard him talking to someone saying not to mess with him because he was the devil!
I divorced him soon after that for so many other reasons after 20 years of marriage...

Last week he called to tell me while he was sleeping on his back, he felt like someone was sitting on his chest with their knees against his throat and he couldn't breathe.

He forced himself to tell it to leave and then saw a huge black shadowy cloud go to the ceiling. He is now scared to death and sleeps with the lights on.

Lately, he has been reaching out to me because he knows that I don't judge people and am always trying to help others.

He remarried last year but is now divorcing because he has seen her possessed twice with her face turning into a demon and also acting violently.
He said her brother had tried to warn him that she had a history of this but he didn't believe it because she was such a sweet person.

In his particular case, I think it's a demonic presence haunting him because of the deceptive famliy he was born into....none of them believe in Jesus and they never will.

I just tell him to make sure that he worships the RIGHT God and to stay away from these evil people if he wants real peace.

All I can do is to pray for him at this point.

I have had it happen 2 times in the last yr and noting jumped on me .The first time it ever happen to me it was so scary. The 2nd time it was much easier to come out off since i new what it was from the first time.

Its very weird but nothing like e.ts or anything like that i can remember it very well.

2 nights ago, I had this "sleep paralysis" episode. I was surrounded by 3 beings or whatever they were. 2 females and 1 male. I remember the face of one female, the eyes of the 2nd female.. the male however there was something weird about him..then I heard his whisper 'help me'. I couldn't move or talk for a while

I get sleep paralysis whenever I am under the influence of a certain drug that i wont go inot detail about here. When mine accurs I hear almost like a vibration in the air, like the air is shooting out of my ears & vibrating. Then I get that "fake fear" that they try to instill on me, Ill get random thoughts in my head that make me afraid like they were just put there. By the time these things think thy have a chance of paralyzing me I already know whats goin & I fight against it throught the whole thing. Ill even curse at them a little which is not the easiest thing to do when your face feels like its got 20 pounds pullin down on it. Every time I will myself to break out of it & smoke a cigarette or jump on the computer. For me the shades are always right outside my door looking in or in the back of my room by the closet. Im just glad I have a soulmate in my dog to help me through this.

This is an account of an alien abduction gone wrong/sleep paralysis event I had nearly 10 years ago.




I don't really buy alien abduction, especially the x files whitley/mack/hopkins view of it.

In fact the only alien experience's I'd ever had were on magic mushrooms, or observations of anomolous stuff in the sky, but never in a context of "missing time" or anything resembling contact. (On reflection there was one possible instance, but I'd need to talk to the other people who were in the car at the time.)

On shrooms, well I spose anything is possible, and some of Terrence Mckenna's idea's ring very true, but its tripping on shrooms for vuck's sake.

The thing I remember most is seeing the classic abduction scenario. Lying on me back surrounded by white figure with black almond eyes, I wondered: "Where am I whats going on?"

"Gee if I hadn't taken those Gold Tops I would swear I had been abducted by aliens right now."

Naturally (it was gold top's after all) this idea inspired a bout of belly laughter, and lo - what seemed like a room full of whites (not greys) shattered like a movie projected onto a glass screen in its last instant of togetherness. That was when the real weirdness started, but since this isn't the shroomery's trip reports page (and there's not really words for it anyway), that's where that story ends.

I have had "alien" experiences while talking to gold tops, since then, but that image always stayed with me, it put the abduction meme in a context: "Whatever you try and imagine, it will be out weirded."

But that changed a bit on the 21st of July 1997, well actually it was the 22nd of June, at about 5 am. I think it was pretty close to the turn of the winter solstice.

And I wasn't tripping.

So I went to bed, and as I drifted off the cat jumped up onto my chest and nuzzled my nose. Cept the cat was electric blue, I know that was what she looked like when I was in dreamland, she was a grey tabby in the waking world. Thats all cool, I have a different attitude to dreams than many people, so there was nothing unusual in my cat and I exploring hyperspace or wherever it is we go when we are really dreaming.

The cat seemed desperate to get my attention, so i "listened" to it, and heard my parents talking. They seemed very keen to tell me something, and it seemed urgent.

But i promptly forgot what they said.

Not that I always ignore my olds, they live 1000 miles away and these days I like their company and appreciate it, even back then I did.

But my attention was distracted by this weird buzzing, like tinitus but amplified and slightly electric sounding. This buzzing in my ears got louder, and took up more of my attention till wham!

It felt like my brain had been sucked out my head. I dunno how else to describe it, but it wasn't pleasant, and I wasn't happy about it.

I was in a grey drab room. Possibly what the inside of some intersteller craft could look like, grey metal panels and the like, and these ugly little critters everywhere. The critters were strange. Small bodies and big head, big eyes, but they looked different to a classic grey, not that I have ever seen one. There are heaps of aliens that look similar in 50's schlock movies, and when I was a kid I was given a book about the image of aliens in movies, so I had a wealth of images in my mind already.

They were wearing gun metal grey metallic jumpsuits with nothing on them in the way of insignia or buttons or pockets, and grey belt that were lighter in colour and looked metallic as well, actually thinking about it, they looked a bit like the outfits one of Dr Who's aliens wore. The warmongers with ugly heads, not cybermen or daleks, can't remember the name. Old Dr Who tho.

A cross between This Island Earth (the newsreader in Futurama is the same species) and Invasion of the saucermen. I guess it doesn't matter what they looked like, I suspect I was putting images from my own mind onto something to give it meaning.

This was a bit of a shock. I didn't expect to ever have this experience, but it was real as anything that happened to me ever, well it felt as real... None of that mattered at the time, the only thing that did was not being there. As I said my mind had been sucked out of my head, or so I thought, so I wanted back in. it was like swimming through toffee, getting back. An immense and frustrating effort, but suddenly I was back and awake, in bed going "What the Fuck!!!" I had been asleep less than a minute according to my wife, well it was less than a minute since I'd kissed her goodnight.

It wasn't over tho. The buzzing was there, threatening to engulf my perception, and the room was a bit weird. More pop culture motifs, the roof, which is normally weather boards was a flat white sheet, and things were pushing thru ala the x files. Cept the outlines looked more like the tin man from Wizard of Oz than any oval headed, flat faced, almond eyed Mescalito wannabe. It was a bit odd. I sat up turned on the light, and grabbed my Buddha.

My buddha is a little jade thingee with magical powers. An old girlfriend brought it for me off some little old bloke in some back alley in Hong Kong, back in the 80s.

It is magical tho, in fact it was one of the things that broke my rationalist conditoning, and ground the remnants of it into dust. It just kept doing impossible stuff. I couldn't ignore it forever...

Now there is this buzzing, a weird roof and strangely enough something else. Like a window in my minds eye. Or a docking port. A grey room that I could visualise in my imagination. Round and completely featureless, but there and not going away.

I wasn't so happy about all of this. Its 5 oclock in the morning, I have just gone to bed, and want an undisturbed night's sleep, well morning's sleep. Not much night left by then. The fuckers, who are they, what are they doing and why the hell don't they piss off and let me sleep? What inconsiderate pieces of shit. I was getting angrier and angrier. And had nothing to vent my anger on cept this annoying intrusion into my reality. No heads to kick, just a buzzing noise, a stupid tv rip off on the roof and a grey featureless room in my mind that didn't belong there.

I swear if I found who was responsible for this there was gonna be Hell to pay.

So I grabbed the buddha and focussed my attention and will on my power. I dunno what that means but its metaphysical in some way.

All of a sudden a manhole/hatch appeared in the grey docking port thingee in my minds eye. I was very angry at this point, tho part of me was sitting back watching, the bit that always sits back and watches in situations, just in case I miss something.

Lets call it applied scizophrenia, its really the way you watch yourself doing what you havce trained to do at any sport, when you are performing at your peak. That part of the mind sits back and watches, and lets your body do what its trained to do. You are watching your own back, in case your "action self" misses something.

Anyway that part of me had this wryly ironic sense of pity for whatever was about to come through that doorway.

If I was looking at the centre of the docking port, (i'll call it the space), I was looking from say ... 6 oclock. The space is round and the doorway that opened is in the centre. When the thing came through it looked as close as it could to me but missed, it then proceded to scan the room clockwise 360 degree's looking for something.

It was a fucking giant red and black mantis headed creature, and it was looking with a predatory intent. Hunting. I presume. Cool its gonna search the whole space and come to me last, and I'll be waiting with a metaphysical fist cocked. I was fuming, and I was gonna drill that fucker till its juices stained the space. Teach it to hunt in my head. I have rarely been that angry in my life, I have even done some pretty brutal things to people, but not been that angry.

So I watched and waited. I spose the buzzing was still going on and the roof was still wrong, I had narrowed my focus to that thing with the mantis head. Eventually it had scanned the whole room and came to me.

I never got that punch away.

The creature did a Roger Rabbit. Its eyes popped out of its head cartoon style and it was down that hatch - shut it and sealed it before I could do anything. It was pretty cool actually, to scare it like that, but I wasn't satisfied. The room was back to normal, and the grey docking space disappeared, the only remnant of the whole bizarre experience was the buzzing in my ears fading slowly away.

Well fuck that. Its not gewtting away so easily. I tried to catch the buzzing with my attention, it seemed instinctively obvious that the buzzing was a bridge between my mind and whatever had happened. It kept trying to get away and I kept trying to get it. I felt like I was reaching across great distance with my mind to catch the fucker. I wanted to drag it back into my headspace and hurt it, then kill it, then bring it back to life and do it all again. Repeatedly.

I was highly pissed. I have never felt so violated in my life. I am still mad about it 9 years later.

But I couldn't bring it back. It was too far away and I think it was pretty scared.

I felt good too, still do, like I had faced something and won. But a few days later the thought came to me. If they come back they will be prepared...

Bring it on I say, I think the same force or entities or whatever have tried it on since, but they are more careful and I'm a bit more blase so the events are not as easy to relate.

I have taken Gold Tops since too, and met the weird shroomy aliens on occasion. they seem nothing like what I experienced that night.

Terence McKenna mentions a similar thing actually, in Ch 20 of True Hallucinations, and the red and black Mantids are the stars of an unpleasant experience his partner of the time had.

I would have let the whole thing fade into my own personal memory hole (i have had more weird experiences than I can remember to be honest), if there hadn't been one particualrly startling postscript.

I mentioned it to the olds when I next spoke to them on the phone. Mum said "Get off the drugs" despite the fact that I hadn't had any at that particular occasion. Well smoked some pot, but I have done that thosands of times over the years and never had anything remotely resembling that happen to me. Cept that once.

What Dad said really freaked me.

As I started to explain that I had this weird thing happen the other night, he interrupted. He spoke in a tone I rarely hear from him. He was serious and steady and and sounded 1000 years old.

"When that happens this is what you do:

Get back into your body and wake up. Gather your power and Get angry. And direct it at whats attacking you. Don't hold back."

I nearly freaked. It wasn't the first time I'd heard him say that. He told me to do that just before the whole thing started, when my cat had jumped onto my chest, and I heard the olds telling me something.

Its what I did too. Exactly what I did.

Even now my old man doesn't talk about that stuff. Refuses to acknowledge that stuff. "Those things don't exist, and even if they do, thinking they exist only gives them power."

I dunno what happened. Whether I imagined the whole thing, made it up to give my life some super special meaning, or everything that happened can be taken on face value.

It was very strange if nothing else, and very liberating.

And its not an exercise in creative writing, it actually happened.

In the years since I found out more about the old man's past. By the time he was 10 or 12 he had been trained in some Hindu preisthood or other, and was adamant about what to do. He is a bundle of surprises that bloke.

He often says "There are more things In Heaven and on Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy Horatio."

That is so true! I learned to avoid sleeping in the back because I allways got into paralised state. I dont recall any of the creatures or entites but I do remember that on last few paralised dreams I was ablle to break through and I actually forced myself to wake up in my dreams or whatever state I was..

OMG, again this is so true! I thought that only hapens to me. Thats so cool reading the same experience by you. Mostly I head those episodes back in the days when I shooted heroin. When I went to bed to sleep I heard strange sound in the air like insects buzzing. And then paralised dreams occured smhelse that is just to strange to explain. Like some sort of madness that possesed me for 5 minutes and I just wasnt myself it felt like die. I just walked around like zombie saying to myself: something is really wrong. And doing strange stuff like opening a botlle and closing it back, just to see reality works...

...also sometime I hear insect buzzing sounds, when having sex. And when I ask my girls if she hears it to, she says no, so it must be internall affair.

sometimes you are asleep and you know youre asleep but you cant wake up and your having a nightmare but you cant wake up no matter how much you try

If you get really pissed off & fight hard as you can it scares the shit out of them. Try it next time, they'll leave quicker than the KKK for a white sale! I'm serious, just be focused & start yelling at them soon as you become aware of whats going.

That's a good way of putting it. I used to say that it felt liek the fear was injected into me and not of my on making. often, the fear was so powerful it would wake me out of a sleep and that's when i would see them.

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I've experienced a few sleep paralysis over the years. During the last one I saw someone in the door of my room, but I couldn't see his face, I thought it was a ghost, I tried to wake up my husband but I couldn't talk or move, I felt terrified.
Some time after this experience, I wake up in the morning feeling a burn on my low abdomen, I look and see a red mark that looks like a button on my skin, it hurt when I touched it. I never found anything in my bed, sheets, Pj's or anything that could've left it. Any idea what it could've been???

I have had 4 episodes of sleep paralysis, but possibly more when i was a child. The last experience i went through, was me mentally fighting my way out of physical paralysis, and then it ended with my head feeling as if i was going through a wind tunnel.

I don't much fancy kooky explanations, but i can assure any readers that it is something very real, and rather quite frightening.