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Talking about a dream where I met some nightmare creatures but they were DTF.

In one of the dreams I had this morning, I was visiting the opulent suite of a missing eccentric wealthy dude. I didn't know he was actually missing at first. I thought he was just on some extended sabbatical. His suite was open to his friends while he was out and I was friends with some of his friends. I think we'd been using one of his solid, massive tables for an overnight TTRPG session because it was morning and we were packing up backpacks and other types of bags, loading up binders and notebooks and related paraphernalia. No dice that I remember so I'm not sure what we'd been doing. It's not important.
There was a little TV near us and it was showing what looked like a documentary about the eccentric dude living in a wetland, trying to be one with the animals there.
His arms and legs were too long and he had these long oval/diamond shaped wounds where his elbows and knees were. He could also bend his arms and legs in any direction and seemed to have extra joints.
My friends told me that the eccentric dude routinely broke his own bones and reshaped his limbs so he could train his muscles to move them in new directions. He wanted to belong in the wetland, standing like an egret or something in the water. They told me that if the bones healed in a way he didn't like, he would just break them again.
I was like, "that's interesting". I wondered how he dealt with the pain.
My friends said we could go look at it. I wasn't sure what they meant but I followed them.
We went out into a hallway and down to a different room.
When the opened the doorway, I saw that the wetland was indoors. There was a narrow path along the right wall and that's where they led me.
In the back right corner were a series of observation couches. They went up to them and laid down.
I was down in the wetlands area, on some of the dry ground to get a better look.
I haven't mentioned the creatures. There were five creatures living in the wetlands that weren't evident in the video.
They were things of nightmare, but they were not hostile. They had been semi-domesticated.
I only remember what two of them looked like.
One was translucent, quadrupedal, sleep paralysis shadow demon with red eyes and a shifting number of legs. It was made of straight lines with no curves.
The other was a giant beetle that looked like the Gregor Samsa as Beetle from the R. Crumb illustrated version of Kafka's Metamorphosis, but two to three times the size. It had a dark blue carapace and a white underbelly.
There was another one, the only thing I remember was its color: a sickly yellow, like the yellow wallpaper. It reminded me of a flying cockroach that scared the crap out of me when I was a kid sitting on the toilet in the bathroom.
Anyway, to my amazement, after my friends laid down on the couches in the corner, three of the creatures went up there and started making out with them.
They were DTF (apparently).
As I was standing there in shock, the yellow creature came up and talked to me.
It told me that the eccentric dude was the only person who ever treated them with respect and not fear. The eccentric dude spent lots of time with them trying to learn from them and discover how to emulate their essence. He felt a kinship with them. The yellow creature was upset that the eccentric dude had run off and it blamed other humans for causing him to abandon them for other pursuits.
The yellow creature got so mad about it that he started attacking me and the other humans.
He wasn't trying to hurt us, just force us to GTFO.
The DTF creatures were passive, just letting it happen.
The fifth creature joined in with the yellow creature and started taunting us, too.
As we were at the door, I reminded the DTF creatures that, without humans being allowed to come into the room, they'd never get to bone one again.
That caused the giant beetle to fight back but it wasn't enough to keep us from being pushed out.
Anyway, it was kind of funny to see terrifying creatures ripped from night terrors and phobias turned into sex fiends.
Also, I realized that the eccentric dude seemed to be like Narcisse from Nightbreed: someone willing to mutilate themselves to be worthy of joining the monsters.

After some exchange (urusai.social/@nazokiyoubinbou) I thought I should check if it's possible to open eyes during half-conscious #SleepParalysis (I have eyes closed and was surprised many people have open). And finally had an opportunity to do it.

So... it was as hard as trying to move any other body part. It required an effort to open one eye. Somehow I closed it again later. So even if eyeballs are not "turned off", eyelids seemingly are.

I also wondered if I open eyes, I would have hallucinations - normally I only hear things, have chaotic thought train and feel like floating in the air/vacuum. For brief moment after opening one eye, I saw something like cartoon character with blonde hair and pale pink clothes on the wall background but it disappeared quickly. Nothing later. Not really impressive.

Probably someone did similar experiments in more scientific way :blobcatjoy:

## cc @nazokiyoubinbou

URUSAI! SocialNazo (@nazokiyoubinbou@urusai.social)@madargon@is-a.cat @futurebird@sauropods.win Not sure about eyelids. Most of the muscles of the body are paralyzed during sleep -- which is what sleep paralysis is (waking up part of the way, but not all of the way so your mind is still in sleep mode.) Of course, REM wouldn't exist if our eyes weren't an exception... But as for eyelids? I'm not sure one way or the other. It's not really a state where you can have really deep complex thoughts, so taking stock of such things isn't high on the list of priorities.

Sleep paralysis demons are fun sometimes and laughter makes them weak from the knees - so I made a comic about the times I was having sleep paralysis/nightmare/night terror/a surprise nap on the can!

tapas.io/episode/3272387

Please share, and subscribe for FREE to my awareness to support me - a disabled, sleepy brained goblin that is half off their meds just to save a few bucks. (:

Read Idiopathic HypersomNIA :: Bad Night InterruptionRead Idiopathic HypersomNIA :: Bad Night Interruption | Tapas CommunityRead Idiopathic HypersomNIA and more premium Slice of life Community series now on Tapas!

Nap of many disasters - first an "awareness attack" (sense of feeling my body in HD that would prelude sleep walking/night terror if I didn't know how to stay awake) - decided to fuck it and let it do whatever since It'd be my partner's problem - "cold attack" follows and keeps me away anyway, saved my partner from me walking around in terror - and finally MASSIVE and Layered, Realistic, .

I'm up now, due to circumstances beyond my control. Sleep paralysis is triggered in me whenever I'm freaking out about something. I used to get it almost EVERY night.

But yes, I need a test to "prove" my anxiety to my doctor. And I'm sure neither of these things are related. 🙄

"Three Shadow People Terrify a Victim During an Episode of Sleep Paralysis," by Jon McNair

Continued thread

#WhenIDream
I have #NightTerrors or #SleepParalysis occasionally. I've managed to work through it by twisting the feeling into something interesting or positive. It's not always easy to just "let it happen" and see where it goes.
Anyway, this time, I "woke up" and felt something on my face. It went sideways from there into body horror, science fiction, even a bit of comedy.
I asked "why would the spiders be doing this?" and my subconscious definitely came up with something interesting.

Oh, CW #Spiders

Read the full story here: Mother of All Spiders

An excerpt:

I can't move my head.
I see my wife beside me in bed.
Reading.
"Please help me," I say.
She ignores me.
I see the black sticks again.
Legs.
They are legs.
Weaving.
Spider legs.

JR DePriestMother of All SpidersMy eyes are open. My eyes are open so I must be awake. What is that sound? What is that clicking sound? A black stick is falling toward m...

Do you ever feel scared so deep in your soul that you gasp for air and are almost sure it is the last you'll ever take?

I do that often because I have really strong , , and events. That gripping fear is like a living being, that chokes me dry from the very ability to think beyond terror.

Maybe that's why I find it hard to be scared of the media I consume - it feels like the writers have never felt that feeling truly burn in their lungs. Suffocating.