One time, I had this dream—I was walking through my kitchen at night with all the lights off. Everything felt eerie. Suddenly, it was like I got tackled and fell on the floor. My body went weak, and I collapsed to the floor.
I woke up and realized I was in sleep paralysis. I couldn’t move. I was lying there, whimpering in distress or something, my eyes barely open. Then my mouth opened on its own, and it felt like something—someone—was making out with me, gripping my head tightly. Out of nowhere, a gust of wind hit me. My windows were locked, and I was in the bottom bunk of a bunk bed, nowhere near the window. I was completely alone. But as soon as that wind hit, everything stopped, and it all went quiet.
That same gust of wind happened another time, too. I was lying in bed during a scorching hot summer night, overheating and in distress. Suddenly, the wind came, cooled me off, and everything calmed down.
Another time, I had this dream of a woman. She was drawing something right where my happy trail would be—looked like one of those succubus symbols or something. What happened next, I don’t even wanna talk about. But just like the other times, it all stopped suddenly, only this time, no gust of wind.
I don’t know how to make this stuff stop, but it’s starting to piss me off and I kinda wanna prevent it before it even happens.
But whoever or whatever was doing that wind thing. They a real G.
I woke up and realized I was in sleep paralysis. I couldn’t move. I was lying there, whimpering in distress or something, my eyes barely open. Then my mouth opened on its own, and it felt like something—someone—was making out with me, gripping my head tightly. Out of nowhere, a gust of wind hit me. My windows were locked, and I was in the bottom bunk of a bunk bed, nowhere near the window. I was completely alone. But as soon as that wind hit, everything stopped, and it all went quiet.
That same gust of wind happened another time, too. I was lying in bed during a scorching hot summer night, overheating and in distress. Suddenly, the wind came, cooled me off, and everything calmed down.
Another time, I had this dream of a woman. She was drawing something right where my happy trail would be—looked like one of those succubus symbols or something. What happened next, I don’t even wanna talk about. But just like the other times, it all stopped suddenly, only this time, no gust of wind.
I don’t know how to make this stuff stop, but it’s starting to piss me off and I kinda wanna prevent it before it even happens.
But whoever or whatever was doing that wind thing. They a real G.