Holii, desde muy pequeña he sufrido muchísimo de sueños sumamente extraños y bizarros, sueños premonitores como de pesadillas y parálisis del sueño; muchas veces lo han asociado con mi extrasensorialidad con el plano astral o, para llamarlo de forma sencilla, los fantasmas.
Con el paso de los años me fui acostumbrando a ellos e incluso se ha vuelto un chiste interno en mi familia, porque siempre que les dijo "no sabes lo que soñé" automáticamente me dicen "¿tengo que llamar al manicomio o a Hollywood?" porque la verdad, uno es más raro que el otro y, por alguna extraña razón, siempre los recuerdo con una claridad impresionante.
Hiii, since I was very little I have suffered a lot from extremely strange and bizarre dreams, premonitory dreams like nightmares and sleep paralysis; many times they have associated it with my extrasensoriality with the astral plane or, to call it in a simple way, ghosts.
Over the years I got used to them and it has even become an inside joke in my family, because whenever I tell them "you don't know what I dreamt" they automatically say "do I have to call the loony bin or Hollywood?" because the truth is, one is weirder than the other and, for some strange reason, I always remember them with an impressive clarity.

Sin embargo, no todo siempre es bonito o gracioso, mis pesadillas suelen ser bastante fuertes, feas como desesperantes y así como recuerdo cada detalle de mis sueños locos, también de mis pesadillas. También hay un detalle muy peculiar y es que soy de tener sueños repetitivos, he llegado a tener la misma pesadilla múltiples veces y las variaciones suelen ser mínimas.
Cuando era pequeña, la pesadilla que mayormente se repetía era algo así:
However, not everything is always pretty or funny, my nightmares are usually quite strong, ugly and desperate and just as I remember every detail of my crazy dreams, also of my nightmares. There is also a very peculiar detail and that is that I have repetitive dreams, I have even had the same nightmare multiple times and the variations are usually minimal.
When I was little, the nightmare that mostly repeated was something like this:
The school where I studied all my life is big, quite big, I always started the dream being on the terrace because it was recess time; but for some reason I was always alone, the day was always cloudy and cold, the atmosphere was quite heavy and there was always that feeling of discomfort in the environment. The main variant of the dream was the teacher calling me to let me know that they had come to pick me up, I would go downstairs and through one of the windows of the corridors I would see a kind of giant robot (very similar to the one on the cover of Queen's News of the World album) approaching me and staring at me with its glowing red eyes. With desperation and fear, I would go down at full speed to hide but he always managed to find me, because my school has a lot of open spaces; the robot always managed to catch me, he always had his hands full of blood because he had already killed many of my classmates and acquaintances, in fact, sometimes I got to see his remains between the divisions of his fingers but, just when he began to close his hand to crush me, he would wake me up.
Este sueño se repitió durante años, de hecho, casi terminando mis estudios, seguía teniendo ese sueño pero ya no era tan frecuente o simplemente dejaba de asustarme porque sabría que despertaría antes de que me aplastara; de hecho, gracias a este sueño fue que yo pude empezar a dominar y controlar el curso y mis acciones de los sueños.
Las pesadillas se volvieron algo poco frecuente porque, al saber que era un sueño, podía cambiar la historia a mi conveniencia, pero ahí fue cuando las parálisis del sueño se intensificaron; yo de niña sí sufrí de varias parálisis pero duraban bastante poco, pero cuando me mudé con mi papá eran horribles.
This dream was repeated for years, in fact, almost finishing my studies, I kept having this dream but it was no longer so frequent or simply stopped scaring me because I would know that I would wake up before it crushed me; in fact, thanks to this dream was that I could begin to dominate and control the course and my actions of the dreams.
The nightmares became infrequent because, knowing it was a dream, I could change the story to my convenience, but that's when the sleep paralysis intensified; I did suffer from several paralyses as a child but they were fairly short-lived, but when I moved in with my dad they were horrible.
Duraban muchísimo, sentía que podían durar horas, las cosas que alucinaba eran de verdad aterrorizantes y lo peor es que, con mi papá durmiendo a mi lado, no podía pedir ayuda porque no podía moverme ni emitir ningún sonido.
Sentía como si se acostaran encima de mí y me aplastaran, en ocasiones llegué a escuchar voces, ver personas de pie frente a mí que me miraban fijamente, entre otras muchas cosas más.
Recuerdo una en específico, que creo que ha sido la peor hasta ahora y de verdad deseo que se quede así:
The things I hallucinated were really terrifying and the worst thing was that, with my dad sleeping next to me, I couldn't ask for help because I couldn't move or make any sound.
I felt as if they were lying on top of me and crushing me, sometimes I heard voices, saw people standing in front of me staring at me, among many other things.
I remember one specific one, which I think has been the worst so far and I really wish it would stay that way:
That night I had insomnia, something that is also quite frequent in me, I managed to fall asleep at about 2 am; at 3:30 am I ALWAYS wake up because I feel like peeing, but that time I couldn't move; I tried to breathe and close my eyes, I knew what was happening and how I could overcome it, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't. I started to hear a growl on my left side, I panicked but I didn't dare to open my eyes, I'm too scared in life. I started to hear a grunt on my left side, I panicked but I didn't dare to open my eyes, I'm too scared in life; consecutively I felt a hand choking me and even so, I refused to open my eyes, I tried to move my right hand to touch my dad and wake him up, but I couldn't. I was terrified when I felt him move his right hand to touch my dad and wake him up, but I couldn't do it. I was terrified when I felt them sitting on my chest and a snort on my face, the truth to this day I still don't understand WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING WHEN I OPENED MY EYES AT THAT MOMENT? What I saw was horrible, I could only see the face of a wolf, totally black, with glowing red eyes; I can't describe in words the terror I felt at that moment, I only know that I couldn't close my eyes anymore and I still couldn't make a sound even though my throat was about to tear and I tried so hard. I felt like that episode lasted an eternity, but when I woke up, it was 4 am; I remember I woke up crying and my dad woke up scared, he calmed me down and hugged me; after that, I slept "peacefully" all night long.
Sé que todo eso fue una pesadilla, nada fue real, pero se sintió TAN real en el momento, que recordarlo me eriza la piel.
Con el paso del tiempo esos episodios disminuyeron, las únicas cosas extrañas que me pasaban al despertar de golpe a mitad de la noche, era una especie de disociación de la realidad; no conocía mi entorno y no sabía dónde estaba, así estuviese en mi cama, en mi cuarto; esos episodios se intensificaron cuando me mudé con mi ex pareja, porque ya no solo me pasaban al despertar sino que, en el día a día, me pasaba mucho; era como si mi cerebro se desconectara de la matrix o se le desactivara el modo automático.
I know it was all a nightmare, none of it was real, but it felt SO real at the time, that remembering it makes my skin crawl.
As time went by those episodes diminished, the only strange things that happened to me when I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, was a kind of dissociation from reality; I didn't know my surroundings and I didn't know where I was, even if I was in my bed, in my room; those episodes intensified when I moved in with my ex-partner, because they not only happened to me when I woke up but, on a daily basis, it happened to me a lot; it was as if my brain was disconnected from the matrix or the automatic mode was deactivated.
Viviendo acá, en casa de mi abuela, como duermo sola, al principio sí me era complicado conciliar el sueño, yo nunca había dormido sola, nunca; cuando rescaté a Rhaegar, me sentía más tranquila y segura, así que todo mejoró; pero que mejorará no significa que estaba exenta de pesadillas o parálisis.
Desde que vivo acá he tenido cuatro parálisis del sueño:
La primera:
Aún no tenía a Rhaegar pero esa noche dormí con Haylie, mi sobrina perruna; a mí nunca me ha importado darle la espalda al vacío, de hecho, yo duermo mirando hacia la pared.
La Segunda:
Esta fue bastante corta, estaba en mi cama y algo me jalo del pie, esto sí fue real porque sé cuando estoy despierta y estaba a mitad de cama como Rhaegar estaba erizado, fue la primera vez que vi a Rhaegar erizado; me asusté un poco pero dije en voz alta "Lo que sea que vienes a hacer acá, no es de mi interés, te pido que te retires porque tu presencia no es bienvenida en ni en mi cuarto ni en mi casa y si vienes por ayuda, lo siento pero no soy la persona adecuada" gracias a mi experiencia con lo paranormal he aprendido a comunicarme y, aunque me esté muriendo de miedo, no demostrarlo.
Living here, in my grandmother's house, as I sleep alone, at the beginning it was complicated to fall asleep, I had never slept alone, never; when I rescued Rhaegar, I felt calmer and safer, so everything improved; but that it improved doesn't mean that I was exempt from nightmares or paralysis.
Since I've lived here I've had four sleep paralysis:
The first:
I didn't have Rhaegar yet but that night I slept with Haylie, my doggy niece; I've never minded turning my back to the void, in fact, I sleep facing the wall.
That night I was in that position with Haylie facing the wall, suddenly I was woken up by a child screaming my name heartbreakingly and the voice was coming from behind me, when I tried to turn around to see what was happening, I couldn't and that's when I understood what was happening. I kept calm, because when I saw that Haylie didn't wake up or go into alert mode, I knew she wasn't in real danger; the boy was screaming my name and telling me to give him his stuffed animal, he was desperately asking me for it and I could hear him crying, I asked him which stuffed animal and he told me the unicorn one. In a calm way I told her that I couldn't give her Lauren, that's the name of my unicorn stuffed animal, because it was a gift from a very important person for me and that stuffed animal has a lot of sentimental value for me; she didn't talk to me anymore and I woke up.The Second:
This one was quite short, I was in my bed and something pulled me by my foot, this was real because I know when I'm awake and I was in the middle of bed as Rhaegar was bristling, it was the first time I saw Rhaegar bristling; I got a little scared but I said out loud "Whatever you come here to do, it's not of my interest, I ask you to leave because your presence isn't welcome in my room or in my house and if you come for help, I'm sorry but I'm not the right person" thanks to my experience with the paranormal I have learned to communicate and, even if I'm dying of fear, not to show it.
I fixed my bed and went back to bed, I don't know how long it took but I woke up because of a horrible pressure in my chest, I felt like my ribs and sternum were going to break; this time I couldn't keep calm because I was short of breath, but at least I didn't see anything in my room; the feeling passed and I could breathe calmly, I drank some water and started to do a quick cleaning of my room with an incense.
La Tercera:
Esta, se podría considerar, que es el inicio de la mezcla entre pesadilla y parálisis; bien se sabe que las parálisis son algo normal que pasa cuando tu mente se despierta pero tu cuerpo aún no lo procesa y sigue "dormido", generalmente las parálisis vienen acompañadas de alucinaciones debido al sentimiento de inseguridad que da el no poder moverse.
El Cuarto y hasta ahora último:
Este a sido el más significativo, porque, aunque ya estoy súper acostumbrada a esto; ya sé qué hacer y cómo actuar como sé que todo está en mi mente y el peligro no es real, sigue siendo un poco aterrador las experiencias.
Desde principios del mes pasado, me ha costado mucho conciliar el sueño, de hecho he pasado noches enteras sin pegar el ojo y luego al día siguiente, estoy muerta de sueño y no rindo durante el día; he intentado con Melatonina, tés relajantes, muchas cosas más pero nada tiene efecto, así que decidí no dormir más con mis luces rojas encendidas sino solo dejar la luz del patio prendida y así, aunque en menor cantidad y no de forma tan directa, me sigue entrando luz al cuarto (porque soy una niña de casi 22 años que le tiene pánico a la oscuridad y si no tiene por lo menos un mínimo rayito de luz, no puede dormir)
The Third:
This, it could be considered, that it is the beginning of the mixture between nightmare and paralysis; it's well known that paralysis is something normal that happens when your mind wakes up but your body still doesn't process it and is still "asleep", generally paralysis is accompanied by hallucinations due to the feeling of insecurity that gives the feeling of not being able to move.
The dream started with me going to my room, I was about to go into the kitchen so I could go out to the yard and get to my room when I see my sister at the dishwasher; my eyes were kind of blindfolded, so my vision was somewhat scarce and (this is because that night I slept with a sweater on my face) I could only see from the thighs down to "my sister", I was paralyzed at the entrance of the kitchen when I see that the entity, because that wasn't my sister, starts to turn towards me, at that moment I "wake up" and I'm paralyzed in my bed, I close my eyes and return to the dream but the entity was getting closer and closer little by little. I was like that for a long time, in that limbo of a dream within a dream in which, in both dreams, I was paralyzed; I don't remember if the entity got close enough to me but I woke up before it did something to me and this time I really woke up.The fourth and so far the last one:
This one has been the most significant, because, although I'm super used to this; I already know what to do and how to act as I know it is all in my mind and the danger isn't real, it's still a bit scary experiences.
Since the beginning of last month, I've had a hard time falling asleep, in fact I've gone whole nights without sleeping a wink and then the next day, I'm dead sleepy and don't perform during the day; I have tried Melatonin, relaxing teas, many other things but nothing has any effect, so I decided not to sleep anymore with my red lights on but just leave the yard light on and so, although in less quantity and not so directly, I still get light in the room (because I'm a girl of almost 22 years old who is terrified of the dark and if she doesn't have at least a minimum ray of light, she can't sleep).
It was getting cold that night so I tucked myself in up to my neck, as I said, I'm not afraid of the edge of my bed so that night I slept almost on the edge, my head was rubbing against the edge of my bedside table; Suddenly I woke up and felt a female presence where my bedside table was supposed to be, as expected, I couldn't move and this presence spoke to me "Don't do it, don't do it Laura, listen and don't do it, you must do it as I tell you" was the only thing she told me, the different thing was that, this time, I was able to start a conversation; I answered "It's my life and I will do what I want, not what you tell me to do, I'm tired of everyone controlling my actions and deciding for me" but she simply repeated the same thing and I woke up.
Sigo sin saber qué era lo que el ente no quería o quiere que haga como tampoco sé que es lo que sí quiere que haga, lo tomé como una representación de la represión que he vivido toda mi vida con respecto a mi personalidad y apariencia, mi familia siempre me controló mucho mi aspecto físico hasta que me independicé; para mi cumpleaños quiero hacerme un corte de cabello totalmente diferente a los muchos cambios de look que he llevado y ciertamente, como todos los cambios, me da un poco de miedo que no me quede como espero, pero igual me lo haré.
Con respecto al insomnio, bueno, es un mal que todavía no me curo; todavía tengo el horario del sueño volteado porque paso las noches en vela y el día entero durmiendo o cansada, de hecho, estoy escribiendo esto a las 4 de la mañana cuando debía descansar porque ya empecé con todo el proceso de mudanza y todavía nos falta muchísimo.
I still don't know what the entity didn't want me to do nor what it wants me to do, I took it as a representation of the repression that I have lived all my life with respect to my personality and appearance, my family always controlled my physical appearance until I became independent; for my birthday I want to have a haircut totally different from the many changes of look I have had and certainly , like all changes, I'm a little afraid that it will not fit me as I expect, but I will do it anyway.
Regarding insomnia, well, it is a disease that I still haven't cured; I still have a flipped sleep schedule because I spend the nights awake and the whole day sleeping or tired, in fact, I'm writing this at 4 in the morning when I should be resting because I have already started with the whole moving process and we still have a long way to go.
El cambio de luz me ha ayudado, ya no amanezco despierta sino que a las 3/4 am ya estoy durmiéndome, sin embargo, sigo pasando los días con sueño o simplemente me ando levantando muy tarde porque no estoy durmiendo bien; pero eso es algo que espero que con el ajetreo y cansancio de la mudanza, pueda volver a ajustar mi horario de sueño.
Si has tenido experiencias con parálisis del sueño o pesadillas dignas de una película de terror, te invito a que me las compartas en los comentarios, amaría leer sus experiencias.🌻
Muchas gracias a todos, que tengan un buen día, tarde o noche y nos vemos pronto💙
The change of light has helped me, I no longer wake up at dawn but at 3/4 am I'm already sleeping, however, I still spend the days sleepy or just wake up very late because I'm not sleeping well; but that's something I hope that with the hustle and bustle and tiredness of moving, I can readjust my sleep schedule.
If you have had experiences with sleep paralysis or nightmares worthy of a horror movie, I invite you to share them with me in the comments, I would love to read your experiences.🌻
Thank you all very much, have a nice day, afternoon or evening and see you soon💙
