I guess I?m fortunate that my paralysis only became a thing about 10 years ago; I couldn?t imagine having to have endured it as a child. I think of every time a child cries that there?s a monster in the closet and the parents just dismiss it as a bad dream. My God, I couldn?t imagine how that could scar a child, to experience something that real, unnatural and terrifying only to have the parents tell them to go back to sleep.
My very first instance was my most intense and horrifically memorable. I awoke to see a head with long black hair turned away from me on the pillow next to me. Some guys might think they got drunk at the bar and brought a chick home, problem was, I neither went to the bar the night before nor is that kind of behavior my modus operandi. Next, I realized I couldn?t move; I instantly went into panic mode which grew exponentially because I couldn?t fucking move. Then the head next to me rolled over to reveal not a face, but a skull singed black like it?d been in a fire; I still couldn?t move or make a sound. The skull started screaming at me, louder and louder; it was so loud my ears were ringing and it felt like my head was going to pop. I?d never felt a fear, an utter terror, that intense in my life and I was completely unable to escape it. After about 30 seconds, it all stopped. I was able to move and the skeletal intruder was gone. I jumped out of bed, turned on every light in my apartment, lit a cigarette and called my mom back home in Ohio at like 4am. I was freaking out; I thought maybe I?d gotten a sign that something terrible had happened, ANYTHING, that might rationalize what I?d just experienced even though I don?t believe in those sorts of things.
Yeah, a grown man called his mommy because he had a nightmare, and you know what she told me? ?it was nothing, go back to sleep.? *****?
