Dragged out of bed
Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2014 2:51 am
There's a particularly frightening experience I had a few years ago, mostly frightening because this was the time in my life where I started to realized that something was happening to me that wasn't normal and also frightening because I was fully aware and awake when it began. This was after my "wake-up" experience. It happened around February/March of 2011. I was living in an apartment that had a nice walk-in closet in my bedroom. The closet was so huge it had two separate doors by which you could access it. My friends used to call it "Narnia" because it was so huge.
In that room, I had the strangest night of my life. At the time it was happening it felt like it was all real and really happening, but afterwards I told myself it was a dream because it was just so weird. However, being honest with myself, I was fully awake when it happened. That's what makes it so scary and makes me want it to be a dream. But I've had lots of dreams, vivid ones, too. This particular experience was NOT a dream. Of the real, concrete, absolutely undoubtable experiences I've had in my life, this one is number two on the list next to the shadow man of my childhood.
This spring night, I had a very restless night. It felt like the night was so busy! I kept tossing and turning, but the weird thing was I would sometimes smell really strong scents. All that night I smelled dust really strongly, like a dusty road. It was so strong it felt like that dust was coating my nose and throat; it was unbearable. I couldn't understand where the smell was coming from.
As had been my custom for the last few nights, I left my lamp on on my bedside table. I was feeling a little uneasy with just the night-light recently. Then it happened.
I was lying on my side, toward the lamp. I was fully awake. My eyes were closed because I was trying to sleep, but I had just shut them. I was awake. I could clearly see the lamp light through my eye lids. Completely awake.
Then suddenly I feel the covers being pulled off me slowly. I am terrified and find that I am paralyzed and can't move a muscle. My eyelids feel like they weigh a thousand pounds, and I can't open them. My mouth feels like it is glued shut, and I can't speak. I feel these hands grab my forearms and pull me out of bed. I am absolutely terrified and stupefied by what's happening. I remember trying to calm myself and take control of the situation. I felt that there were two people on either side of me holding each arm and they were guiding me on my back because I was half-floating above the floor (I was completely off the bed at this time). I fought the paralysis with everything I had. It took every ounce of strength I had to open my eyes. And when I did I saw two human-like people on either side of me. I remember distinctly that one of them had on a red polo shirt with thin yellow horizontal stripes around it. But this was the weird part. I could see their hands and shirts clearly, but when tried to look up at their faces, it was like their faces were smudged, you know, like when a person's face is pixelated to hide their identity on tv? That's what it looked like. I could see dark places where eyes and mouth would be, but their faces were all smudged out. I wonder if I was given a post-hypnotic suggestion to not recognize their faces.
I finally got my mouth to open; it felt like I was speaking through molasses. I said, "Hello? My name is ______." (I was thinking that I would introduce myself to them and maybe they would do the same. I had no idea what to do or say to gain some control of he situation.). Then the same voice came from the both of them simultaneously: "We know." Then I asked, "What's your name?" There was a pause, and then the red shirt one said, "Joe." And then there was a strange echo of the same voice and same name that seemed to come from the other guy who I couldn't see as well because I couldn't turn my head. I had a feeling they just made up the name "Joe;" they weren't going to tell me who they were. I noticed they were pulling me into the closet. Then suddenly there's a skip in the memory and suddenly I'm being pulled out of the closet by the other door by these same two men except this time, I'm face down. As they are pulling me out, I hear a very metallic, non-human voice as if spoken over a PA system say "What?" As if in response to something I said that I don't remember. I was then pulled back on my bed, face down and still paralyzed. Then everything went blank. The next thing I know, I'm jolting up and to consciousness again, and my heart is beating out of my chest.
For most of the year, I have discounted this experience as a dream even though I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that I was awake when it happened. It was so real. It felt so real--the lamp light, the covers being pulled off my skin, the hands clutching my arms. I even felt my feet dragging the floor and burning slightly from dragging on the carpet.
I almost forgot to mention! The morning after this tumultuous night, I woke up to find a small spot of blood on the left side of my pillow. I wondered if I had a zit on my face that burst in the night or something. I knew I couldn't have scratched myself; I always bite my nails down to nubs. I couldn't make a mark on myself if I tried. I finally found the source of the blood. There was a small blood scab behind my left ear. I have no idea how I could've gotten scratched back there. That is, I guess it was a scratch. It felt irritated. But I didn't feel a cut, just a few crystals of dried blood and a tender abrasion as if someone had gotten a scouring pad as small as the point of a pencil to the back of my ear. It went back to normal very quickly. There was no raised bump or swelling as if it had been a spider bite. After the sun rose and I was able to calm down a bit, I was able to fall asleep for a few minutes. I had a dream that I think was trying to tell me a bit of what happened that night. In my dream, one of my friends was in my closet and he flipped this huge electrical switch in the closet to "turn the power on." Then I saw him washing dishes in a sink that was in my closet. I think maybe him flipping a switch was my brain's way of explaining to me how the energy level in the room changed before the experience. Also, I think my friend "washing dishes" may have been my mind remembering seeing someone wash their hands and prep for the procedure of apparently implanting something behind my left ear. Why did they drag me into my closet? I wonder if there wasn't some kind of transport beam or spatial distortion that allowed them to take me to a different room/place at that point in space (my closet). They did ramp up the energy in there.
Incidentally, another strange thing happened in this apartment. This was before the above experience. One morning I woke up and found three perfectly straight parallel scratches in the crook of my right arm. I was absolutely baffled. I lived alone. I had no pets. I didn't have fingernails to scratch myself like that. They were three straight, evenly-spaced parallel scratches at the bend of my elbow. They weren't messy scratches as if they were done by an animal. They were absolutely precise. The two outer scratches were exactly the same length with the one in the middle being slightly longer. They were red and slightly swollen when I woke up. In just a few hours the swelling and redness had disappeared revealing that the lines were made up of straight lines of tiny blood blisters just under the skin; the skin was not broken, but blood had been brought to the surface. By that evening, the blisters had turned into brown dried-up scabs that easily brushed off. Part of me wonders if it wasn't some kind of test, like an allergen test, before the implantation procedure that happened weeks later.
In that room, I had the strangest night of my life. At the time it was happening it felt like it was all real and really happening, but afterwards I told myself it was a dream because it was just so weird. However, being honest with myself, I was fully awake when it happened. That's what makes it so scary and makes me want it to be a dream. But I've had lots of dreams, vivid ones, too. This particular experience was NOT a dream. Of the real, concrete, absolutely undoubtable experiences I've had in my life, this one is number two on the list next to the shadow man of my childhood.
This spring night, I had a very restless night. It felt like the night was so busy! I kept tossing and turning, but the weird thing was I would sometimes smell really strong scents. All that night I smelled dust really strongly, like a dusty road. It was so strong it felt like that dust was coating my nose and throat; it was unbearable. I couldn't understand where the smell was coming from.
As had been my custom for the last few nights, I left my lamp on on my bedside table. I was feeling a little uneasy with just the night-light recently. Then it happened.
I was lying on my side, toward the lamp. I was fully awake. My eyes were closed because I was trying to sleep, but I had just shut them. I was awake. I could clearly see the lamp light through my eye lids. Completely awake.
Then suddenly I feel the covers being pulled off me slowly. I am terrified and find that I am paralyzed and can't move a muscle. My eyelids feel like they weigh a thousand pounds, and I can't open them. My mouth feels like it is glued shut, and I can't speak. I feel these hands grab my forearms and pull me out of bed. I am absolutely terrified and stupefied by what's happening. I remember trying to calm myself and take control of the situation. I felt that there were two people on either side of me holding each arm and they were guiding me on my back because I was half-floating above the floor (I was completely off the bed at this time). I fought the paralysis with everything I had. It took every ounce of strength I had to open my eyes. And when I did I saw two human-like people on either side of me. I remember distinctly that one of them had on a red polo shirt with thin yellow horizontal stripes around it. But this was the weird part. I could see their hands and shirts clearly, but when tried to look up at their faces, it was like their faces were smudged, you know, like when a person's face is pixelated to hide their identity on tv? That's what it looked like. I could see dark places where eyes and mouth would be, but their faces were all smudged out. I wonder if I was given a post-hypnotic suggestion to not recognize their faces.
I finally got my mouth to open; it felt like I was speaking through molasses. I said, "Hello? My name is ______." (I was thinking that I would introduce myself to them and maybe they would do the same. I had no idea what to do or say to gain some control of he situation.). Then the same voice came from the both of them simultaneously: "We know." Then I asked, "What's your name?" There was a pause, and then the red shirt one said, "Joe." And then there was a strange echo of the same voice and same name that seemed to come from the other guy who I couldn't see as well because I couldn't turn my head. I had a feeling they just made up the name "Joe;" they weren't going to tell me who they were. I noticed they were pulling me into the closet. Then suddenly there's a skip in the memory and suddenly I'm being pulled out of the closet by the other door by these same two men except this time, I'm face down. As they are pulling me out, I hear a very metallic, non-human voice as if spoken over a PA system say "What?" As if in response to something I said that I don't remember. I was then pulled back on my bed, face down and still paralyzed. Then everything went blank. The next thing I know, I'm jolting up and to consciousness again, and my heart is beating out of my chest.
For most of the year, I have discounted this experience as a dream even though I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that I was awake when it happened. It was so real. It felt so real--the lamp light, the covers being pulled off my skin, the hands clutching my arms. I even felt my feet dragging the floor and burning slightly from dragging on the carpet.
I almost forgot to mention! The morning after this tumultuous night, I woke up to find a small spot of blood on the left side of my pillow. I wondered if I had a zit on my face that burst in the night or something. I knew I couldn't have scratched myself; I always bite my nails down to nubs. I couldn't make a mark on myself if I tried. I finally found the source of the blood. There was a small blood scab behind my left ear. I have no idea how I could've gotten scratched back there. That is, I guess it was a scratch. It felt irritated. But I didn't feel a cut, just a few crystals of dried blood and a tender abrasion as if someone had gotten a scouring pad as small as the point of a pencil to the back of my ear. It went back to normal very quickly. There was no raised bump or swelling as if it had been a spider bite. After the sun rose and I was able to calm down a bit, I was able to fall asleep for a few minutes. I had a dream that I think was trying to tell me a bit of what happened that night. In my dream, one of my friends was in my closet and he flipped this huge electrical switch in the closet to "turn the power on." Then I saw him washing dishes in a sink that was in my closet. I think maybe him flipping a switch was my brain's way of explaining to me how the energy level in the room changed before the experience. Also, I think my friend "washing dishes" may have been my mind remembering seeing someone wash their hands and prep for the procedure of apparently implanting something behind my left ear. Why did they drag me into my closet? I wonder if there wasn't some kind of transport beam or spatial distortion that allowed them to take me to a different room/place at that point in space (my closet). They did ramp up the energy in there.
Incidentally, another strange thing happened in this apartment. This was before the above experience. One morning I woke up and found three perfectly straight parallel scratches in the crook of my right arm. I was absolutely baffled. I lived alone. I had no pets. I didn't have fingernails to scratch myself like that. They were three straight, evenly-spaced parallel scratches at the bend of my elbow. They weren't messy scratches as if they were done by an animal. They were absolutely precise. The two outer scratches were exactly the same length with the one in the middle being slightly longer. They were red and slightly swollen when I woke up. In just a few hours the swelling and redness had disappeared revealing that the lines were made up of straight lines of tiny blood blisters just under the skin; the skin was not broken, but blood had been brought to the surface. By that evening, the blisters had turned into brown dried-up scabs that easily brushed off. Part of me wonders if it wasn't some kind of test, like an allergen test, before the implantation procedure that happened weeks later.