I was at my best friend’s house, spending the night for her sister’s Birthday party. There was a lot of people there to say the least. I had stayed overnight all the time though, like a second daughter, so my own presence to the home wasn’t anything new. We all had a great time, having a cake ceremony, playing games, and watching a horror move called The Changeling. [Not to be confused with the Angelina Jolie murder case film.] We eventually decided to go to sleep, but since there were so may people needing a place to rest, I gave up my usual place and slept on a couch, next to nearly seven other girls. I was an unfamiliar spot for me, but I didn’t mind much.Then it began. I’ve never been a very vivid dreamer, but in this situation I could literally feel what was happening to me. In the dream I remember waking up in the middle of the night, but my sight was blurred. I thought it was a usual thing upon waking, so I tried to sit up and rub my eyes for a clearer view. But I couldn’t move. At all. I felt as if there were invisible binds pinning me down on all sides. Bewilderment was my first reaction to this as I tried my hardest to lift my head to see what was causing my immobility. Doing so only made me more uncomfortable, so I stopped resisting for a moment. The thought of a medical condition arose, and that sacred me a bit. So I tried to say something to get one of the girls to wake up, but I found I couldn’t talk either. That extended my fear, so I started to try and thrash about to fall off the couch and make some kind of noise, which resulted in me moving only slightly. Then I felt the pressure. A horrid heavy contact upon my chest, as if massive hands were trying to make my ribcage collapse into the foam springs of the cushions, though surprisingly it wasn’t nearly as painful as what it felt like it should‘ve been. It was as if all of my energy was being used against me. Panic starting to overcome any logical explanation for what was happening, but I was useless in attempting to fight back at whatever had me in it’s hold. So I tried to scream. Whatever was holding me down didn’t like that, so it naturally went for my throat. I felt like I was choking, but in a different way, it’s hard to explain. I could physically breathe, by my mind wasn’t recognizing that I was. It also felt like I was crying, but there were no tears on my face. What frustrated me most is that I couldn’t see who or what was doing this, as if the force was invisible. I remember almost feeling as if I was on the brink of death and then one of my screams released. I could hear it, loud and clear. It had enough volume to wake up the whole street, I swear it. Then suddenly I could comprehend my surroundings again. The couch was velvet and smooth. My blanket was wool and hot, but somehow I felt cold. Cold. I remembered cold! Pillow. Ceiling fan. Television. I suddenly remembered what all of that was, remembered what it did. I quickly sat up and looked around, seeing if any of the girls had heard me scream. Not a single one of them had stirred from their slumber. I know what I say next will sound really unrealistic and kind of humorous, but I remember muttering “Screw this, I’m not dealing with freaky stuff tonight” and going back to sleep. Seriously. When I woke up again later I just assumed it was a really realistic nightmare caused from the movie. Though to this day I still don't know if I was sleeping or not, beacuse I don't remeber waking up. It just stopped.
Anyone ever have an experience like that? Where it just felt impossibly real?
