Alaina

Not, I hate, it was awful.

Not, I hate, it was awful.

It's scary. And when it happens in like your bed, oftentimes you see things in the room with you that you can't move away from. And they're like coming towards you.

It's scary. And when it happens in like your bed, oftentimes you see things in the room with you that you can't move away from. And they're like coming towards you.

And like while it's happening, you're sitting there being like, oh my God, this is real. Like there's something in my room and I can't move. Like it's this weird like thing your brain does.

And like while it's happening, you're sitting there being like, oh my God, this is real. Like there's something in my room and I can't move. Like it's this weird like thing your brain does.

It's very weird. I hate that.

It's very weird. I hate that.

It's one of the most awful experiences, I agree. Your mind is fully awake, but your body isn't aware that you are and is frozen. You feel trapped in the useless sack of meat that is your body. Your very being is claustrophobic as it is being reduced to dead weight.

It's one of the most awful experiences, I agree. Your mind is fully awake, but your body isn't aware that you are and is frozen. You feel trapped in the useless sack of meat that is your body. Your very being is claustrophobic as it is being reduced to dead weight.

The only thing I know that can counteract this paralysis is to go kill Bill on the situation, wiggle your big toe, or in my case, move your pinky finger. I have to move my fingers. No. No. I sat up on my bed, legs to my chest, blanket clutched tightly to my chin, breathing as slowly as I could muster, trying to calm myself down. My partner woke up at this point due to the commotion.

The only thing I know that can counteract this paralysis is to go kill Bill on the situation, wiggle your big toe, or in my case, move your pinky finger. I have to move my fingers. No. No. I sat up on my bed, legs to my chest, blanket clutched tightly to my chin, breathing as slowly as I could muster, trying to calm myself down. My partner woke up at this point due to the commotion.

He told me it was okay and to go back to sleep. I turned the light off, but I couldn't shake the seeping terror. I ended up getting out of bed, going downstairs to the

He told me it was okay and to go back to sleep. I turned the light off, but I couldn't shake the seeping terror. I ended up getting out of bed, going downstairs to the

i did a rough cleansing and once back in bed i managed my witchy for i messaged my witchy friends and told them everything that had happened after chatting with them for a while i'd calm down enough to attempt to go back to sleep now wouldn't it be great if the story ended there it would but unfortunately there ain't no west rest for the wicked as soon as i would settle down the dread would creep its way back in i could feel something watching me when i did finally get some sleep my dreams were a wash of nightmares that i don't fully remember

i did a rough cleansing and once back in bed i managed my witchy for i messaged my witchy friends and told them everything that had happened after chatting with them for a while i'd calm down enough to attempt to go back to sleep now wouldn't it be great if the story ended there it would but unfortunately there ain't no west rest for the wicked as soon as i would settle down the dread would creep its way back in i could feel something watching me when i did finally get some sleep my dreams were a wash of nightmares that i don't fully remember

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Fuck that. That day at work, I felt out of it, like I wasn't fully connected to my body. I was present, but going about my duties was excruciatingly difficult. I was ridiculously clumsy and found myself walking into door frames and tripping over my own feet.

Fuck that. That day at work, I felt out of it, like I wasn't fully connected to my body. I was present, but going about my duties was excruciatingly difficult. I was ridiculously clumsy and found myself walking into door frames and tripping over my own feet.