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Some outliers there, chief. I ended up not moving and trying to scream when I couldn’t. Was woken up by a friend. Isn’t sleep paralysis when you’re awake but you can’t move (your body paralyzes you when you sleep to stop you acting out your dreams, and sometimes you wake up before it wears off or something)? What’s the sleep paralysis visitor thing? They think it’s where a Funny Hookin’ Ain’t Easy vintage shirt lot of demonic possession/succubi/aliens/Bigfoot/ghost stories come from. I think it technically happens as you’re waking up. It’s an in-between state. For me, it feels like I’m asleep and I know it.
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And there’s something going wrong in reality but I can’t make myself wake up/ move. Holy shit that’s hilarious. I’ve had sleep paralysis on/off since I was little, the last time maybe a Funny Hookin’ Ain’t Easy vintage shirt year and a half ago, but the worst by far happened when I was sick with strep throat, so running a pretty high temp (which, IDK, “fever dreaming” might’ve played into it). My door was in front of/to the right of my bed so that when it was open, I could see the hallway to my right and just a sliver of a shadow between my open door/the wall behind it. was what I later called “The Pie Man”. I could see half of the round outline of his face; all crusty and toothy and smiling, and his arm curled out from behind the door with his sharp fingers holding onto the doorknob. I couldn’t move, couldn’t call out for my mom, and I didn’t even want to because if I did that creepy mother fluffer was gonna slam the door the moment I did. Ugh. It’s awful how real it feels.