I’m obsessed with sleep. You all know that by now.
Just recently my GP prescribed me Diazepam for muscles spasm and -you guessed it right- insomnia.
It doesn’t work.
What it did was gave me nightmares.
My nightmares like my dreams are in technicolor and complete. Beginning. Middle. End.
Like a movie.
But mostly it is just Sleep paralysis.
You know… the
…sounds such as humming, hissing, static, zapping and buzzing noises. Voices, whispers, and roars. Fear and panic. Sensations of being dragged out of bed or of flying, numbness, and feelings of electric tingles or vibrations running through the body. Hypnogogic hallucinations, such as a supernatural creature suffocating or terrifying me accompanied by a feeling of pressure on my chest and difficulty breathing. A menacing shadowy figure entering the room or lurking outside the window, while yours truly is paralyzed.
That, and a lot more.
Like I’m about to change into something else and I can feel my skin and bones splitting, forming and rearranging.
Tempting though to let it happen and see where it brings me, I have a strong inkling that if I let that happen, there is no way back, so, I have to wake up.
Mostly this happens when there is a full moon or when the moon is waning or waxing. Basically, all the time.
My sister called me a Lunatic.
Funny coming from here. But I took no offense. She called me also a paper doll.
Either you hate them or love them.
I don’t feel anything.
What about you?
Do you have a similar experience?
Nightmares. Not family.
Well, do you?