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only now I was able to pull it off. I jumped out of bed and ran out of my room and didn't go back to sleep for the rest of the night.

 

I told my mom about it the next day, but she didn't really believe me and said it was just a nightmare, which, for all I know, it might have been.

 

My second occurrence happened about a year later, in the summer of 2010. It was mid-afternoon and I was feeling tired, so I decided to take a nap. I went and lay in bed and was struggling to fall asleep. I finally managed to start to drift off when my cellphone rang. I didn't want to answer it because I was almost asleep, but I reluctantly grabbed it and climbed out of bed.

Without looking at the number, I answered and said hello.

 

There was no response and so I said hello again. Still there was no response. Irritated, I walked out of my room and down the hall toward the family room and said hello one more time out of frustration. Finally, a voice replied, but it was all static and breaking up. I said, "I can't hear you. You're breaking up."

 

Then the voice became clear and it said, "Hello. I need you to do me a favor." I laughed, thinking it was some sort of prank call because I didn't recognize the voice and I decided to play along. I asked what the favor was and then the voice completely changed from pleasant to this deep, demonic growl and screamed, "LET ME IN!"

 

I freaked out and threw my phone across the room. It hit the wall and shattered into pieces. My entire house began to shake like there was a massive earthquake, and my vision got really weird.

 

I just closed my eyes and said, "God, please help me." I opened my eyes with a start and was back in my bed and my phone was sitting beside me, in one piece and functional. I picked it up and quickly scanned through my call history, but there were no strange calls made. I also saw that only a few minutes had passed since I first started to fall asleep.

 

I know this is long, but I wanted to share it in hopes that maybe someone out there has an explanation as to what these two events were; if they were just some really intense form of sleep paralysis or something else. I always have intense, vivid dreams, but these were beyond that. They both were so unbelievably real feeling and they didn't seem like I was sleeping at all (though I apparently was). They still kind of freak me out when I think of them and would like some insight into them.

 

 

Verily

 Verily must I reconcile to the foreboding boundaries of hypocrisy
To dwindle in the insubordination of the damned souls of corrupted men
For their goals to reshape the utopia we have all been brought up to believe
To show we have gratitude past the groveling beggar, or the traveling conman
To men tucked away within gold-plated structures, who grow fat on the plight of others
Leaving their mark of their existence through towering statues, and clean-cut stone
The memories will fade when these are torn form established society
The walls shall not hold
The near and dear purchased objects worth nothing more than ash
Not a cent in hand when faced to pay the ferryman
Statues mean nothing with diminished barricades
The merciless killer softened against the mental and physical torment of now crumbling worldly desires
Men are no longer men
They are savages
Earning command, earning worthless privileges
Only respect lasts amongst self-gratifying souls
To be gained by the man fighting the good fight
Not the men in the sidelines
Growing fat on the hunger of all
Yet only verily so, do I become entwined in such things

Astral Projection - Strange dreams

 Credit to Lun0r

 

 

Ever since I visited a festival and took illegal substances, I had an Astral Projection, I saw myself sat there from outside and some very very weird drawings were appearing right in front of me. Like everything was true and I had the answer.

Since then I've been having a lot of difficulties with my sleep. I keep hearing things at night, and when I finally get myself off to sleep, I feel like i've entered another world, another dimension, although I may be aware that these are just dreams, they seem oh so very real.

 

The first one I've had, and remembered that I have wrote down just so I could remember it as I woke up, was that I woke myself in a bed in an old house, I felt very strange and had that gut feeling that I shouldn't be there... I felt myself wake up, heard some creaking noises, and fell back asleep.

 

I entered this dream state again and was laying in the bed again in the strange house, I've felt like I've visited this before, but I KNEW I shouldn't be there..

 

I heard some whispering and scratching coming from outside of the door, the room was oh so very cold, I felt this, it felt so real.

I sat up on the bed, it felt like I was floating.. not like normally with getting up where you feel so heavy, I felt like a feather.

From the door I could hear whispering... It sounded like "i've been waiting..." I was shaking at this point and wasn't sure whether to open this door or not or try and wake myself up, I've placed my hand on the doorknob, and slowly turned, the scratching getting fainter and fainter by every turn...

 

I musked up the courage to open the door and swung it open, I've never felt so scared, whether it was real or not I am unsure...

I saw some fucked up figure, and I meant a twisted human being figure laying on the floor, chills were fed all the way along my spine and I ran, I just ran downstairs without even looking and ran out of the front door, I looked around whilst running through on the front lawn and saw the house...

it was MY HOUSE.

 

I saw some figure staring at me through the front window from the front room.., I turned and I ran as fast as I could...

As soon as I got out of view from my house I woke up, I was shaking so bad and I was freezing. Bearing in mind it's very warm at the moment and it felt like I had been sat in the freezer for a while...

I'm not sure what to do, I can't sleep now, I don't want to sleep, I can't face the nightmare in this house that only appears when I sleep...

It's not the first time either, something is haunting me and it WON'T STOP.

Astral Projection? Followed by scary waking experience.

 Credit to Aviline

 

Well, this experience started out with me "waking up" in a dream, but the more I think about it, the more it seems to be closer to astral projection, or something like that.

 

I "woke up" in my friend Amber's bed at her house. The room was very dark, night time is what it seemed like. I got out of bed and exited her room. The whole house was dark and very quiet.

 

Her room is at the end of an L shaped hall, her room being on the left. Her moms room is right at the intersecting point on the L, their bathroom is at the top of it and their spare room (now/again her older sister room) is to the opposite side of Amber's room.

All the doors where closed. I walked to her moms door and stopped. I could feel a presence behind the door but didn't want to disturb it. I walked to the end of this hall and turned right, this hallway is T shaped, the kitchen on the left and the living room on the right.

 

I walk into the kitchen, not in view of the living room from where I'm standing, and notice a plate of spilt food on the ground. I bend down to inspect the plate, as I was doing this I immediately start to hear this very, VERY eerie whistling from the living room and am filled with overwhelming dread.

 

I bolt back to Amber's room and shut the door behind me. I can hear the whistling getting louder and louder, coming down the hall.

I back up to the wall that's furthest from the door, I am right next to the bed and nightstand. The whistling is earsplittingly loud, seeming to echo all around me, the thing whistling is now standing right on the other side of the door.

 

I go to grab a small knife on the nightstand the looks like one I have. As soon as I touch it the whistling stops; dead silent. Then, the whole place begins to shake, and I'm am, what feels like being thrown, back into my body.

 

I awake with a jolt and lie there, awake, completely aware, scared, and eyes wide open. Just as I was starting to calm down, everything on the top shelf in my closet on the left side falls out.

 

Immediate dread swells in me and I grab my dagger to the right of my bed, turning on my lamp to. Gathering up all my courage, I go to inspect my closet, open the doors with my dagger drawn, and nothing was there. Didn't sleep for the rest of the night.

What I also thought was strange is that when I told Amber about it, she told me that right where I said the spilt plate of food was in my dream she said she had a dream that in that same spot was a hole and that in it was this cellar like place where she saw her sister shooting up (she's bipolar and a