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kungfuwaynewhoSleep paralysis incident this weekend! I woke up, and for the first time since I was a kid, had my eyes open. (It was unpleasant.) First, I heard what sounded like a cabinet door in the kitchen slam shut. Then someone running down the hallway toward my room. Then a light went on and off. Then...silence.
My absolute first thought was, of course, that there was a demon. I mean, could that have been more Paranormal Activity? Then I figured it was my brother doing who-knows-what, but when I asked him the next day he insisted he never got out of bed. I checked with everyone else, even though I figured no one else would be running around the house. The only alternative was sleep paralysis.
Which is kinda weird, since I never actually felt paralyzed. That, coupled with my second visual hallucination in my entire life (the first and previously only one being when I was five, and I woke up to a little girl's face a few inches from mine, staring at me), still has me wondering just a bit if it actually was sleep paralysis, but I can't think of what else it would be. Brrr. I do not need to be seeing lights go on and off in the middle of the night. No thank you, brain.
Barring a miracle, I think we can safely say that I will not be finishing my NaScreeWriMo in November. I will still be finishing the script, and I'll still post the pages as I go, but that ship has sailed. Ah well.
My absolute first thought was, of course, that there was a demon. I mean, could that have been more Paranormal Activity? Then I figured it was my brother doing who-knows-what, but when I asked him the next day he insisted he never got out of bed. I checked with everyone else, even though I figured no one else would be running around the house. The only alternative was sleep paralysis.
Which is kinda weird, since I never actually felt paralyzed. That, coupled with my second visual hallucination in my entire life (the first and previously only one being when I was five, and I woke up to a little girl's face a few inches from mine, staring at me), still has me wondering just a bit if it actually was sleep paralysis, but I can't think of what else it would be. Brrr. I do not need to be seeing lights go on and off in the middle of the night. No thank you, brain.
Barring a miracle, I think we can safely say that I will not be finishing my NaScreeWriMo in November. I will still be finishing the script, and I'll still post the pages as I go, but that ship has sailed. Ah well.
