Some stories need to be told,,,

I mentioned in comments with OX that when I was little,( 8 maybe 7, but not 9, I recall that year vividly,,,) I had night terrors: Dreams so intense and scary, I couldn’t wake up from them, and my motor functions were not suppressed as in normal dream states, IE, I was moving around, screaming bloody murder (quite literally I hear) and disturbing the entire family in the house with my ‘antics’.    

Strange things happened as well.  Like my dad trying to get me into the shower to wake me up with a cold dousing, and me fighting back (a stripling kid that may have weighed 50#).   I was fighting him off, and kicked so hard at one point, I broke a porcelain vanity in half, and didn’t have a bruise to show for it, nor was my foot sore the next day, but my dad was bruised from head to toe from my fighting him off (I would imagine my hindbrain equated his actions with whatever was terrorizing me inside.). Just to point out, my Da is NOT a little man.  He may be shorter than I, but he is built like a bull,,,

I remember being afraid to go to sleep for weeks/months, and I would lay there, pinching myself every time I started to drift away,,,    I was a mental wreck at that age and was making the life of my family even worse,,,  Knew it and was powerless against the things in my dreams. 

And I can tell you, I recall it PERFECTLY still to this day, it was the first(?) time, maybe the only time, I can say with certainty, I had an OOBE. (out of body experience).  At that time, I just thought it was part of the dream that I did remember, but in hindsight, I think it was part of the problem as well: I will clarify that, after I describe the event.

IN MY DREAM, I was racing up a stairwell to the bedrooms upstairs (where my sisters had one and I the other,and there was a shared closet between the two,) and as I came up the last turn of the stairs I was looking into my own face, sporting sunken eyes that were completely black, clinging to the clothes in the closet  and that chlld in front of me was letting loose the most gawd-awful scream, as if his guts were being ripped from his body,,,   

Maybe 30 seconds of dream state, or so I thought, until years later when my dad was telling me ‘his side’, and he described that scene EXACTLY like I recalled that dream, even to the description of my eyes,,,  I was outside myself and looking through his eyes, and it was very much FPV, as I didn’t see ‘him’ but I saw hands and feet as ‘I’ was scramble-climbing the stairs in a mad rush.

And maybe that was THE problem,,,,  Maybe I was taking little jaunts out of my body and my body was reacting quite badly to the event,,,,   Dunno, can’t say one way or the other; I don’t have enough memory of those events to make a case; but things were definitely INTENSE on all scales, especially to that of my family around me.   I have never had a repeat of those times, (and interestingly enough, that time period was in a small house we were renting while our house was being rebuilt after a fire.  There were lots of stimuli that could have induced this stage in my life, be it ‘hauntings’ , multiple school changes with a tyrannical teacher on the last one, or that OOBE thing, or just me being borderline nutz (read ‘an ODD’,,,). BUT, learning the Lucid Dream thing (from sleep therapy and some very minor drugs they gave me then,,,) has been a blessing to me.   I highly encourage people to try and learn it, since it does give you some insight into yourself,,,, (note; I know not everyone ‘gets it’, and I don’t ascribe it as some utoobers do that its the ‘end all be all of lucrative cures for your ills‘. And you may have some damned psychedelic dreams at times, but there IS a meaning within them.  Dream-state is when your hindbrain, the sub C, is working through the feels of the day and trying to make connections between things to come up with something that works for it. This is not done in a logical manner, but an intuitive one.  It doesn’t have to ‘make sense’ it just has to be ‘justified at the feelz’.

  And that hindbrain IS the driver of your vehicle even if you want to think otherwise,,,  Rational has nothing to do with it,,,, +

+ (or VERY little, even in the most disciplined of peeps, with one exception I can bring to mind: that Buddhist monk that self-immolated in Vietnam back in the 60’s.   That man was in total control of his personal space-time-body.)