Psycho-household!

So, I finally get over my nightmarish-video-marathon... wherein I had numerous bad dreams. (The first of the lot being me waking up at 2.38am, totally paralyised... but awake! Feeling a warm hand stroke my face and arm) - this sensation remains until my wonderful son (PS- now that he saved me, I now longer think of him as the anti-Christ) cries... and suddenly, the feeling of restriction instantly vanishes entirely and I am able to move.

I have since found that there are alot of studies relating to sleep paralysis, here is a quote from a Harvard Study on the topic:

"Our bodies are paralyzed while we undergo REM sleep, and for good reason (lest we act out our dreams and injure ourselves). But in some small number of cases we can actually start to wake up before paralysis wears off, and yet still remain in a dreaming state. What results is hallucination, often of some extremely scary stuff. It appears that humans have always experienced sleep paralysis and sought to explain it, resulting in well known stories of incubi and succubi--demons thought to sexually attack people in their sleep--as well as related tales from other eras and cultures."

I thought this was very interesting. Apparently it is very commonly linked to people who claim alien abduction, and about 30% of the population suffer from it. A third of people suffer from this, and commonly report seeing all different kinds of things. I didn't know until I read this, but this is not the first time that I have experienced this feeling. I have often had a dog in the room when I have had this experience, which has occurred since I was a kid. I guess it was never something that frightened me in the past, so I never thought anything of it. I always took it that I was half-asleep/half awake when it happened.

But since this time, I can update on OTHER creepy happenings.

Christian and I decided to sell the dining suite on Ebay, under the pretence that we would buy a corner nook (dining USA Style!) Which meant taking a photo on the digital SLR. So, we did that. I took the photo. I used the flash.

So, imagine this, I am in the corner, all the blinds are shut (cause the table looks better like that) and digital is set to automatic... mainly because Christian doesn't trust me - ha, ha. With the flash at the ready. I take the shot, I look in the Camera's LCD... and nothing about that photo is right.

Naturally, I shit myself. I instantly take another shot. I look, and see a totally different view. Originally I see - a dark background with a large bright white light surrounding the room. The second shot - I see a fucking table.

We take the photo's, we download them, and we both decide we need a better opinion. They have been sent to 'paranormal australia'. I beg them for an explaination that won't scare the hell out of me.

My biggest problem is this. I have an imagination. And it's a fucking good one. Unfortunately, things end up way too vivid for my liking. As a side comment, I have two recurring dreams. The first: Serial killer from Britian whose surname is 'Christie' stands at the end of my bed (Christie murdered women, some of them pregnant, and stuffed their bodies under the floors, into the cupboards and into the wall cavities) just watching me sleep. unfortunately for me, he watches me sleep for nights on end. Doesn't say anything, doesn't do anything. He never is in possession of a weapon, but nonetheless, he scares the shit out of me when he decides to visit. He visits me a couple of times a month.

The second is of Richard Ramirez... the LA nightstalker... bad, bad man. I have a dream that I wake up, look down the hallway... and there he is. Ramirez, sitting at the end of the hall, with the mother of all knives in his hand. The instant I look at him. the instant he looks up from the ground, looks directly at me, and with knife in hand, he runs down the hall, straight at me, ready for the kill - and then I wake up. And I can't bring myself to look down the hallway.

I can guarantee, that psychologists would have a field day with me. As I have said before, I need to quit; reading police journals, books on serial killers, watching scary movies, reading the internet. Maybe then I can get a good night's sleep.