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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
dodgylogic
light-of-aether

Sleep paralysis is weird… you’re awake but your body literally can’t fucking do anything, your brain is going “back to sleeeeeep” but your survival instincts are saying “DON’T GO BACK TO SLEEP OR YOU’LL FUCKING DIE” you end up being this creature that’s half way to an anxiety attack but literally can’t do anything about it… mother nature why did you design this shitty animal

hamenthotep

And then your brain projects a demon into your room because why not?

light-of-aether

Brain: this situation isn’t hellish enough I’m gonna add some uuuuuhhhhhhhhhh…satan

hamenthotep

The first time it happened to me I had a witch, complete with pointy hat, green skin and a wart on her nose, floating on a swirling black cloud above my bed.

I was about 12 at the time.

shado48

man i feel sorry for you guys. The first and only experience i’ve had with sleep paralysis was literally just a bunch of fucking ants crawling all over my body, but like it was a poorly looped gif of ants and as soon as I realized when the ants reset to their original position, they started floating off my body in chunks and clipping through my bed. Hands down one of the top 5 funniest things to happen to me.

light-of-aether

It seems you were suffering from sleep bethesda

conciteque

I’ve never seen anything but I remember that one time when I woke up paralyzed and I could feel someone lurking behind me. For some reason, I was certain that it was French philosopher Jean Jacques Rousseau and I sighed deeply, as if it was a common occurrence.

terpsikeraunos
imperium-romanum

“When Mount Vesuvius erupted in 79 CE, burying Pompeii and Herculaneum in fatal volcanic ash, the destructive process famously entombed the remains of residents and their material culture. It also, miraculously, preserved their social networks. Just as we DM each other or post to our friend’s Facebook pages today, residents of these ancient cities would take charcoal to a wall to leave a message, or simply scratch them in, line by line.”

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