I just had one of the most intense sleeping experiences ever. It was cool and it sucked at the same time.
I rode a great lion. It gladly let me on its back. It was trained somehow and it loved to be patted on the head. At one point Piglet was towing the great lion. We were on a pilgrimage to somewhere I can't be sure of. My dad and brother are in the picture I know this, but I'm not sure where.
I got stuck in an old room of mine under thickets of thorns and spiked plants. I couldn't move my head forward it hurt too much. And then the room came alive in a drug frenzy and I realize yes, I had been tagged by a drugged dart. I was fading fast but still functioning. It was a wrangler of some sort, sent to to take me and my companions in by an evil old woman from the past. But the wrangler kept hitting me with darts. I could feel them in me and I keep trying to take them out. No goddammit, I tried to mutter, I will go in peaceably just stop hitting me with darts. They kept coming. The darts. I don't see why I was even darted. I was stuck anyway. I tried to succumb to the drugs so I wouldn't have to worry about the thorned room.
This is when it gets strange. Dicey. I can't be sure of anything now.
The old woman lives by the river. She wants something that we simply can't give. We get away.
A couple now, trying to make make love. But there are sounds. A baby crying. She checks the monitor while she is talking on the phone and sees the shadow of the old woman by the window in the next room. Terrible vibrations at this point. It is much too creepy now to recollect but I must go on. Something from the immediate dream-past is coming in on a draft through the window.
She walks to the corner room by the window where she saw the old woman's shadow. Something dark on her peripheral, she turns and oh god it is the old woman's cat. It hops up on the bed and stares into my eyes. Third person observation melts into first person and I am there now. I replace the woman and I look into the cat's eyes and realize that the cat is her vessel and she will be here any minute now to end us all.
I take the cat by the throat and I squeeze. I aim to throw it through the window. As much as I love cats this one is not natural it must go. But it hisses and I am paralyzed and the hiss masters me and then dogs start to bark and there is a hissing and a barking and a great terror and that is all there is now. I moan.
I awake on my back in bed in sweating terror I am paralyzed. One hand is over my chest and the other...over my groin? I really cannot move, it is incredible. I close my eyes and I see lights so I open them again and wait until the terror passes. They'll be here any minute. Who? This really is the famous sleep paralysis. It happens most to people on their backs. This is one of the explanations for the abduction phenomenon. I can see why.
I turn on the light and I go to write it all down. I doubt I'd forget that soon. But have to be sure. I wonder what happened? Maybe the scratch on my eye is getting irritated during REM? Maybe the alcohol from last night? Maybe both. Maybe not.
It has passed but recollecting it is uncomfortable and there is a lingering ring in my ears and I am thankful for the glowing electronic comfort of the laptop.
I dread going back to sleep.
