Screaming or howling

03.08.2013Old Hag Syndrome (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I "wake up," incredibly thirsty. "Definitely got to get up and get some water," I think groggily. My mouth is so dry that my tongue is practically sticking to the back of my throat. When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is a tall, dark figure. It is a tall old woman, wearing a black hat and a big black dress. I stare at the woman calmly, fully believing that I am really just seeing a normal object, my refrigerator maybe, and that my brain is just still half asleep and making me hallucinate. I fully expect her to disappear within a few moments. She does not. Instead, she glares directly into my eyes and lunges right at me! I let out a yelp of terror and shut my eyes. "OhmygodOhmygod I am being attacked," I think frantically. Then I realize that I cannot move and that I have been stuck in sleep paralysis this whole time. The realization actually makes me feel a bit better. At least now I know that the old woman is not really real. Every time I open my eyes, I see her back in the doorway. Each time, she lunges toward me. I always close my eyes before she reaches me. Even though I know she is not real, it is still creepy as hell. I really want to look at my clock: my one anchor to the physical world. But with the old hag constantly attacking me, I cannot focus enough to do so. I have to get rid of her. I open my eyes once more. The old woman comes toward me. I focus on speaking. "Do not. Touch. Me." It is an effort to get the words out, but I am pleased at how dangerously angry I sound. At the same time, I use an old trick of mine: I gather my fear and send it outward in an aggressive wave. The old woman halts in her tracks, stunned at my sudden retaliation. After her initial shock, she says something along the lines of, "I will destroy you!" "You cannot hurt me," I growl in the same deadly tone. She cackles. "Want To bet?" She grabs ahold of my elbow. Pain radiates down my arm, but I have had worse and I only laugh. "Even if you can hurt me, it does not make any difference," I taunt. "You are not real. You do not even exist." Infuriated, she releases her hold on me and howls in rage. "Now get away from me!" I yell. She stands in the doorway for the rest of the dream, not daring to attack again. Now I can look at the clock. I struggle to make out the numbers: It is almost six in the morning. I have been stuck in SP for a while now, and I am getting sick of it. SADLY, I fail to remember that I am SUPPOSED to turn it into an LD or an OBE. Instead, I focus all my efforts into trying to wake myself up. Nothing I do is helping. The only physical parts of me that I can control are my breathing, my eyes, and my tongue, but I cannot do anything significant enough to wake myself up! Now that I am not being attacked (and the vibrations are not as intense as they have been), I am getting incredibly bored and fed up with being forced to lie here not doing anything. How much longer could this possibly LAST!? Screaming at my roommate to wake me up just results in more pointless hallucinations. So I remain stuck in SP for a while longer until I FINALLY snap out of it and wake up for real.