The days have been busy as of late. I have been hustling and bustling to get work done for my portfolio, work that I probably should have done earlier to save myself from weariness. But alas, I convinced my foolish self to do these things under a lot of stress because I believed that I produce the best work under pressure. The inevitable result was my lack of sleep.
Last night was the second night I pretty much had to sleep late, only getting about 3-4 hours of sleep which I know doesn't sound as bad as I make it out to be. I mean there was 3 nights ago where I had zero sleep and I just easily made up for it by sleeping-in the next day.
Moving on.
I decided around close to 2pm today that I would take an extended nap. Irregular sleeping times have the possibility of triggering sleep paralysis. A phenomenon in which you are aware you are sleeping, but you can not move your body. I hate when this happens because, to put it bluntly, it scares the shit out of me. This didn't worry me so much because it's happened to me many times before.
Anyways I finally woke up and I was relieved. I got up on the computer and started typing. I thought to myself, "I still feel woozy, better not fall asleep on the table. You don't wanna trigger that sleep paralysis again." But then I realized, that was a part of the sleep paralysis trick. I was still sleeping and it was just a segment of the dream. I had then come to the conclusion that I was in some sort of semi-lucid/sleep paralysis limbo as after that computer incident, I found myself again conscious in bed and unable to move. From this point on I had a few occurrences of "waking up" and finding myself in the same spot I was in before.
This is where things started to get eerie.
I was pondering on the idea of seeing my body sleeping while floating which is widely known as astral projection. So I was thinking about it really hard and it happened. I felt lighter and I started to lift above my body, to the point where I was starting to see myself sleeping clearly and the white noise in my ear started to completely mute out. This was the most surreal experience I have ever felt. And yet, it felt so real. At this point I panicked and just wanted to return to my body, which happened really quickly. Things started running rapidly in my mind, the phrase sticking out the most being, "What in the fuck was that?!" That's when it hit me: I experienced astral projection for the first time.
By then, I just wanted to leave. I wanted to return to reality, or at least reality in the most conventional and familiar sense. But whatever kept me there, didn't allow me to leave just yet.
I tried to force myself awake so I jumped out of my bed to get to the door exiting out of my room. The door was not fully shut and there was a sliver of space that I was able to peek through. Everything looked normal. The TV was there, the couches. I approached the door knob and proceeded to slowly open the door. As I attempted to leave, everything visible started to fade into some weird beige-ish white. I move backwards and return the door to its original position and everything returned to normal. I tried going out again but really fast this time and looking to my left. I see my sister with her back turned to me sitting on a stool staring into our aquarium rather closely, my mom in the distance but without a face. After a very short moment, everything started to fade again. I waited to see what would happen and everything just eventually faded into a white void, this vast space. To best describe it, it was akin to the limitless expansive space that the hyperbolic time chamber had in the Dragon Ball series.
I found this whole trip to be fascinating and a part of me would like to visit again and explore some more. On the other hand though, I was utterly terrified by the experience. Could it really be that I experienced my soul leaving my body for a short period of time? Did my conscious self tap into some other dimension or world that is unbeknownst t us? I don't know. But the fear of the unknown sure as hell is keeping me away.
Suddenly the movie Insidious becomes terrifying.
Alan
Last night was the second night I pretty much had to sleep late, only getting about 3-4 hours of sleep which I know doesn't sound as bad as I make it out to be. I mean there was 3 nights ago where I had zero sleep and I just easily made up for it by sleeping-in the next day.
Moving on.
I decided around close to 2pm today that I would take an extended nap. Irregular sleeping times have the possibility of triggering sleep paralysis. A phenomenon in which you are aware you are sleeping, but you can not move your body. I hate when this happens because, to put it bluntly, it scares the shit out of me. This didn't worry me so much because it's happened to me many times before.
Anyways I finally woke up and I was relieved. I got up on the computer and started typing. I thought to myself, "I still feel woozy, better not fall asleep on the table. You don't wanna trigger that sleep paralysis again." But then I realized, that was a part of the sleep paralysis trick. I was still sleeping and it was just a segment of the dream. I had then come to the conclusion that I was in some sort of semi-lucid/sleep paralysis limbo as after that computer incident, I found myself again conscious in bed and unable to move. From this point on I had a few occurrences of "waking up" and finding myself in the same spot I was in before.
This is where things started to get eerie.
I was pondering on the idea of seeing my body sleeping while floating which is widely known as astral projection. So I was thinking about it really hard and it happened. I felt lighter and I started to lift above my body, to the point where I was starting to see myself sleeping clearly and the white noise in my ear started to completely mute out. This was the most surreal experience I have ever felt. And yet, it felt so real. At this point I panicked and just wanted to return to my body, which happened really quickly. Things started running rapidly in my mind, the phrase sticking out the most being, "What in the fuck was that?!" That's when it hit me: I experienced astral projection for the first time.
By then, I just wanted to leave. I wanted to return to reality, or at least reality in the most conventional and familiar sense. But whatever kept me there, didn't allow me to leave just yet.
I tried to force myself awake so I jumped out of my bed to get to the door exiting out of my room. The door was not fully shut and there was a sliver of space that I was able to peek through. Everything looked normal. The TV was there, the couches. I approached the door knob and proceeded to slowly open the door. As I attempted to leave, everything visible started to fade into some weird beige-ish white. I move backwards and return the door to its original position and everything returned to normal. I tried going out again but really fast this time and looking to my left. I see my sister with her back turned to me sitting on a stool staring into our aquarium rather closely, my mom in the distance but without a face. After a very short moment, everything started to fade again. I waited to see what would happen and everything just eventually faded into a white void, this vast space. To best describe it, it was akin to the limitless expansive space that the hyperbolic time chamber had in the Dragon Ball series.
I found this whole trip to be fascinating and a part of me would like to visit again and explore some more. On the other hand though, I was utterly terrified by the experience. Could it really be that I experienced my soul leaving my body for a short period of time? Did my conscious self tap into some other dimension or world that is unbeknownst t us? I don't know. But the fear of the unknown sure as hell is keeping me away.
Suddenly the movie Insidious becomes terrifying.
Alan
Wow. Even if you made that up, that was a great read. You should consider writing... your ability to describe an experience with words is very good.
ReplyDelete