I had an experience once awaking in my bed I could not move and it felt like my throat was being squeezed. I could feel this weight pressing down on my chest, my arms and legs. No matter how I tried physically to move from this grip I could not and the only way I can describe how I eventually got free was with the power of thought or mind for I fought or thought this thing in my head i will say that "I thought myself free" if that makes any sense? (and I would buy the whole sleep paralysis explanation if it where not for what happened next)... Eventually I was free and stumbling through the dark reaching for the light switch and door, but as I flicked the switch again and again the light would not come on and as I pulled on the door handle it opened but with great difficulty like someone was pulling on the other side. Then as I stumbled out the room into the hall again I reached for the light switch and this one also again and again i flicked, but no light came on. So in fear and sweat I slid down the wall from which the switch hung and at 20 years old I screamed for my Mother who came running out from her room and switched the light on first time hey go figure. I told her what had just occurred though she did not believe me. Do you? maybe having had a similar experience. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis http://paranormal.about.com/od/humanenigmas/a/Old-Hag-Syndrome.htm
I used to get these weird dreams of breaking a leg and having some quack operate on it the waking up with that leg missing when I was about 17, 18 because I was in the military and was sleeping in barracks. Strange places, strange dreams of things that happened to me as a kid but intensified. When I was a kid I did injure my legs and ankles a couple times just being rough and doing strange things but no one had to operate on them, just casting and crutches and it was never a bad thing, just normal kid stuff but these dreams were about it happening again and life altering events after. One time I re lived an accident and when I woke up in fear of going under the knife I fell on my face coming out of bed. It was like I had no leg and my body couldn't find it so down I went. Got up and down I went again. My leg really wouldn't carry me. Too weird. Also I get dreams of my teeth falling out and me trying to put them back in and more falling out as if there are no root holding them in. One other I get every so often is running from someone in crowds and screaming but no one can hear me, there is no voice coming from my mouth and I wake up with no voice panicked and trying to say something. In some of these events I have come to finding my partner of that time trying to talk me out of my fear and trying to get me to go back to sleep
I had an experience like the first half of that. I was struggling for five minutes or so, choking because my throat was being squeezed tighter. I panicked and struggled until I became conscious enough to compute the fact that somehow I had gotten my left arm wrapped around my throat in the night and I was actually strangling myself more in my attempts to free myself:smilielol5: It took me a few tries but I figured out how to move my arm away, and I promptly fell back asleep. Glad I half-woke when I did though... imagine that... strangling yourself in your sleep. :smilielol5:
I had sleep paralysis one night in the 1970's. I had recently moved into a new apartment. It was what we called a railroad apartment. Each room led to the next room in a straight line. You came in through the kitchen, next room was the living/dining area and the last was the bedroom. In the middle of the night I woke to hear someone entering the apartment. The person had on heavy boots and I could hear and feel the floor vibrate with every step he took as he walked through the kitchen and living area. I was totally unable to move or make any sound. The person walked into the bedroom around the bed and out through the wall. He was tall and dressed like someone from the long past. He had a beard, leather hat and layers of clothing. I'll never forget it.
I posted this last year somewhere in hip forums... My experience... I was about 16 and one early morning about 5.15am I hear my dad get up for work, he's having a wash in the bathroom which is next to my bedroom. So there I am in bed, half awake half asleep, when I fix my eyes on my digital alarm clock which is located about 10 feet away from my bed... It's still pretty dark outside and I'm watching the red LED lights on my alarm clock when slowly they start changing colour before my eyes, from red to purple to dark blue and then when the numbers changed to a really sharp cyan blue I feel a movement on my bed down near my feet!! I'm fully awake now.. I look down my bed and I can see where my legs are covered with the duvet and I can clearly see my duvet is moving in a way that suggests someone or something is pressing down upon it and they're moving up towards me!! I'm absolutely bricking it now, I can see the movement on the duvet is now past my waist and not only that but I can feel the weight of it too, which goes from my waist area and it rests heavy on my chest... as I look up I can see an outline of a persons shoulders and head, i can't see any features of the face but I'm now fully aware of it's presence, and it is not a nice presence, I get the feeling this 'entity' does not like me. Then I can feel a heaviness around my throat like I'm being strangled, I'm paralysed, I cant move, and now I can't breathe, I try to shout for my dad in the bathroom but I cant make a sound, no sound comes out of me. I think I'm still aware that my digital clock still has bright electric blue numbers on its display instead of the normal red ones but as I'm being strangled I fix my eyes on the clock again and slowly see the numbers change back from blue to their normal red. And with that the presence on me slowly recedes. I'm in a state of shock, I dont get out of bed or call for my dad, instead I just pull the covers over my head and try to asses just what the fuck happened. I kept what happened that early morning to myself for about 5 years, but believe me for the following 12 months the slightest sound at night time and my eyes darted straight to my alarm clock to make sure they weren't changing from red to that sinister blue again lol. I eventually told my family what happened one Christmas when we was all round swapping ghosty stories. Then one day when I was about 27 I was watching Richard & Judy, a UK morning tv show and on it they were discussing sleep poralysis issues and they had a woman on who goes through the scenario I've just described EVERY NIGHT!!! She described it down to a t. I found comfort in this and i accept that this is what I went through... a sleep poralysis episode. But I remember feeling so sorry for this woman who has to endure it every night, I've never experienced anything so terrifying before or since.
Looks like a classic OBE paralysis at first, then it seems you were physically there. What happened after you talked to your mom?
What you describe, is not paranormal. Its known as Atonia, and occurs with REM . Its a safety mechanism that prevents us from hurting ourselves during dreams. Sometimes, whT happens, is we experience glitches during the transition period to wakefulness and things get staggered, thus being awake while our bodies are still in Atonia. Dont be afraid of it...just relax and wait while your body gets things squared away.
I tried to edit mypost to add something, but its not working...anyway, some of the scary things you experience like the choking, squeezing and seeing weird things at the foot of the bed, are also part of the glitch, where dreamstate is overlapping wakefulness. They used to call it old hag syndrome.
I had a vivid experience a couple nights ago. I felt like I was outside, under the stars looking up at them, seeing them in exquisite detail, examining the constellations. Then a dark figure, the outline of a human figure though it was all black obstructed my view and I got a terrified feeling and a complete paralyzation as I desperately tried to make my right arm reach out, reach up. I woke up in a cold sweat and went to fetch my dog to come sleep with me.