A NIGHTMARE ON ME STREET - PART 2Six Hypnagogic Hallucinations and One Guy Who Peed on His Gran
ILLUSTRATIONS BY J. PENRY
 I TRIED TO EAT MY GIRLFRIEND
I suffer from sleep terrors. It’s a more physical version of nightmares where you act out what you are dreaming. Apparently it’s caused by anxiety. There have been cases of people committing stabbings and murders in their sleep. It gets pretty extreme.
Personally I have always suffered from horrible nightmares. When I was little I used to wake up in odd places around the house, shaking, with my heart beating out of my chest. Once I pulled a stack of shelves off my wall in my sleep. I woke up with a TV and a stereo system on top of me. Another time I woke up screaming next to my open window. I’ve gotten wiser, though. Now before I go to sleep I make sure all windows are locked and there are no scissors or sharp objects around.
The worst experience I ever had happened about a year ago. I was asleep next to my girlfriend and I was dreaming that something was attacking me. When I woke up I had her hand in my mouth and blood all over my face. I had bitten her in my sleep and taken a huge chunk out of her hand. It was so horrible. It’s weird, but in my dream I thought I was saving her.
DORAN EDWARDS
 I PEED ON MY GRAN’S HEAD
I went back to my hometown and stayed at my grandmother’s house for a couple of days. One night I went to a local bar with some old friends and got really drunk. Somehow I staggered back to my gran’s house and went to bed.
In the morning, all bleary-eyed, I got up and started eating breakfast. As I was doing this I noticed my grandma dragging her wet mattress out to the balcony to dry. She was silently fuming and refused to talk to me. Finally, after an hour of me asking her what was wrong, she started crying and asked me, “Are you proud of yourself?”
I had no idea what she was talking about. She proceeded to tell me that I had gotten up in the middle of the night, stumbled into her bedroom, unzipped, and started pissing on her bed while she was sleeping in it. With my pee raining down on her, she shouted at me to stop, but I screamed back at her, telling her to fuck off, and then toddled off to bed.
DARREN COUPON
PSYCHOPATHIC ROOMMATE
In my freshman year of college I shared a room with a small, muscled Indian kid named Jay. The day we moved in he hung a massive framed poster of a football player’s backside covered in mud, with the words: “Winners Never Quit, Quitters Never Win: NEVER QUIT.”
We were both weirded out by each other, but whereas his discomfort with me was based primarily on my cleanliness and taste in music, I was genuinely convinced that he was going to kill me. It was totally arbitrary and stupid, but as the weeks progressed I started attending an “everyday self-defense course” and sleeping with a knife underneath my pillow.
The height of my paranoia was nicely realized one morning when I woke up to find myself paralyzed. I was lying flat on my back staring up at the ceiling and could move nothing but my neck side to side. My roommate was standing over me with this sick little smile on his face, and immediately I was engulfed by a white, urgent terror. He floated closer and closer to me at a painstakingly slow pace. All I wanted to do was get to the knife under my pillow, but as much as I strained I couldn’t even lift a finger. I tried to scream for help but the only sound that came out was a low gurgle, and he just kept on moving closer.
Finally our faces were so close that I couldn’t focus on his eyes anymore, but with a sudden burst of adrenaline I snapped out of my paralysis, and that was when I woke up to find myself covered in sweat, holding a knife, and screaming my roommate’s name.
After that, my taste in Wagner became less of an issue and my “undiagnosed but undeniably psychotic behavior,” as he called it in his formal complaint to the housing board, came to the fore. He moved out one week later.
JAMES TARMY
SONIC HEART ATTACK
The last episode of sleep paralysis I had was one of the scariest moments in my life. I remember I had gone to bed really late and was woken up by a high-pitched screaming noise followed by a pain in my chest. All I could hear was an unbearable sharp screaming sound like the one when you’ve stood too close to the amps without earplugs at a concert. I was paralyzed and surrounded by darkness except for this kind of bright energy field that sucked all the force out of me. I felt weaker and weaker, and I tried to scream but no sound came out. I couldn’t move. I was terrified, and the more frightened I got, the weaker I felt and the less I could move.
Since I’d been through it before I knew that freaking out would only make things worse, so I tried to calm down. I was completely conscious and I didn’t allow it to scare me, I stayed calm. With a huge effort I managed to crawl out of my bed. There was a resistance forcing me back and I tried to scream, but there was still nothing. I tried to get to the door handle, but I couldn’t reach it. I gathered my last strength and went for it again. I opened the door and the whole thing just stopped.
I awoke in my bed. My head felt heavy, my arm was asleep, and I was gasping for air. The following day I was still weak with a strange sensation in my chest. I think that the scariest thing about sleep paralysis is that you have NO idea what’s happening to you, you have no point of reference for what you’re going through. It’s like a supernatural experience.
MARY MURPHY
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 Anonymous, on Jul 6, 2008 wrote:
I have had this happen about 6 times and its always the grim reaper without the sycthe standing at the foot of my bed and I keep thinking I have to scream or move or I’ll die but I cant and then I start breathing hard then I can start moving | | |
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