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I have heard alternate opinions, including a return from an Astral Projection adventure.
I've had sleep paralysis too. It's terrifying shit. Wake up, can't move at all. I've had it last for more than a minute. If I can get somebody to move my arm or something, then it goes away. I can see how it would freak some people out.
My problem is I can't breathe, and I begin to have a horrible panic attack, screaming for the person 6 inches away from me to wake me, but nothing comes out...
Only had it happen once, it was the 3rd or 4th night in a new hotel in pa last year (before I went to NY), and I had the "shadowy figure" standing across the room by the desk. I was flipping out in my mind trying to move and couldn't. So I just shut my eyes, and woke myself up like I would from a nightmare when I realize that its a night mare. When I opened my eyes I still could not move for a second or 2 and that figure was still there. As soon as I my hand moved a fraction of an inch for the night stand the figure disappeared and that was it.
I was so freaked out by the "man standing there" I chamber checked my pistol and actually set it to condition 1 on the night stand, something I never ever do. I was freaked I thought sure there was some one in my room and I was a dead man. it was like a dream but way too real, even after I closed and reopened my eyes.
Have never had anything like it before or since and I dont have nightmares all that often either maybe 1 or 2 a year.
Originally posted by Fusion
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I just saw thr fourth kind last night. That freaked me out. Especially when the guy is laying in bed and freaks the F out, and starts to float and basically become possessed.
just thinking about that scene and the other of the lady on the couch freaks me out...
Ohh yes. That one too. Her jaw appears to be ripped open! So gross. I think I was the only person in the theater to jump haha. Well, my lady friend kept her hands over her eyes but left them "cracked" open. I'm so glad I didn't wake up at 3:33. F that S!
I was about 9 or 10 yrs old, I lived in a pretty poor neighborhood and instead of regular houses lined next each other facing the streets, they have what we call (pasages). I was at a friends house celebrating his BDay, about 4 passages away from my house which was about 2500ft to 3000ft away. At the end of the passages there's a sort of alley way that acts as a back street with no name, no lighting just a dirt road. It was about 9:15pm and I was heading back to my house., as my friend walked me to the end of his (pasage), we said our good bys, see you tomorrow crap. I'm about 15 feet into the dark, when in the reflection of some dirt pile a saw what looked like a couple of dancing babies??, I know, I know I'm fucking nuts right? Anyway I run my ass back shitless and I'm trying to talk to my friend and tell him but I'm so scared that I can't say a word. So finally I get my compossure and explained to buddy what I saw, he and I go back and looked deep into the dark and he tells me that he sees them?, I can't see shit anymore and by this time I'd rather walk around a half mile on the main road. We got loud and start throwing rocks towards the babies?, and nothing, they won't go away and now it looks as if they are mocking us!, fucking aliens. One of my buddy's drunk uncle comes out to check on us, we tell him what's up, he goes back home to get a gun comes back shoots and nothing. We go over to see if he hit anything and the place was empty........
About 7 years ago I told the story to some dude I knew and he tells me that my story is the exact story other people have told about (Greys) now I'm freaking out and getting chicken skin 'cause I know most people would have said I'm out of my fucking mind but I guess my story was not so far fetch from the rest of the stories.
Only had it happen once, it was the 3rd or 4th night in a new hotel in pa last year (before I went to NY), and I had the "shadowy figure" standing across the room by the desk. I was flipping out in my mind trying to move and couldn't. So I just shut my eyes, and woke myself up like I would from a nightmare when I realize that its a night mare. When I opened my eyes I still could not move for a second or 2 and that figure was still there. As soon as I my hand moved a fraction of an inch for the night stand the figure disappeared and that was it.
I was so freaked out by the "man standing there" I chamber checked my pistol and actually set it to condition 1 on the night stand, something I never ever do. I was freaked I thought sure there was some one in my room and I was a dead man. it was like a dream but way too real, even after I closed and reopened my eyes.
Have never had anything like it before or since and I dont have nightmares all that often either maybe 1 or 2 a year.
Holy shit I never, ever, ever, want to have this happen to me. I'm scared just thinking about it.
Originally posted by IRON-E
Ok, here goes my expirience.
I was about 9 or 10 yrs old, I lived in a pretty poor neighborhood and instead of regular houses lined next each other facing the streets, they have what we call (pasages). I was at a friends house celebrating his BDay, about 4 passages away from my house which was about 2500ft to 3000ft away. At the end of the passages there's a sort of alley way that acts as a back street with no name, no lighting just a dirt road. It was about 9:15pm and I was heading back to my house., as my friend walked me to the end of his (pasage), we said our good bys, see you tomorrow crap. I'm about 15 feet into the dark, when in the reflection of some dirt pile a saw what looked like a couple of dancing babies??, I know, I know I'm fucking nuts right? Anyway I run my ass back shitless and I'm trying to talk to my friend and tell him but I'm so scared that I can't say a word. So finally I get my compossure and explained to buddy what I saw, he and I go back and looked deep into the dark and he tells me that he sees them?, I can't see shit anymore and by this time I'd rather walk around a half mile on the main road. We got loud and start throwing rocks towards the babies?, and nothing, they won't go away and now it looks as if they are mocking us!, fucking aliens. One of my buddy's drunk uncle comes out to check on us, we tell him what's up, he goes back home to get a gun comes back shoots and nothing. We go over to see if he hit anything and the place was empty........
About 7 years ago I told the story to some dude I knew and he tells me that my story is the exact story other people have told about (Greys) now I'm freaking out and getting chicken skin 'cause I know most people would have said I'm out of my fucking mind but I guess my story was not so far fetch from the rest of the stories.
They're out there.
Drunk posting? This was painful to read man...not content wise but the grammar killed it for me.
SC*AR (Schwarz Army)
No longer stock ride height, rolling as low as a daily driver in New England should without worrying about breaking an oil pan. :up:
Did anyone hear that story recently about that guy who was thought to be in a coma for 23 years but was actually awake the whole time? Can you imagine what it would be like to be trapped inside your head for 23 fucking years? Holy shit.
Did anyone hear that story recently about that guy who was thought to be in a coma for 23 years but was actually awake the whole time? Can you imagine what it would be like to be trapped inside your head for 23 fucking years? Holy shit.
What's the difference between being in a coma and just being stoned the fuck out on a sofa for 23 years?
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