After a long day of work, you want to go home and relax right? Your sleep is always good after a long day, unless you’re me.
In my case, I experience this thing called sleep paralysis, the phenomena where you’re sleeping but you’re awake and can’t move.
It all happened after my family’s death.
They were all on vacation out-of-state for the fourth of July when a drunk driver struck the car killing my mom, dad, and sisters.
Luckily, I was grounded for the week for not cleaning my room a few days earlier.
I began having odd dreams, but I am, or was, a lucid dreamer, so I could dream up ghost turning into puppies, or so I thought.
The dreams got weirder and weirder, but only lasted a few minutes and I was fully aware I was dreaming until the fourth of July came around.
I was sleeping that night, ignoring the loud booms and cracks across the neighborhood from the fire works. I lived in that house alone and the fireworks startled me.
As I drifted off to sleep, the sound of fireworks slowly faded, but the sound of a car horn blazed louder. I began to run the car coming straight at me, but I wasn’t moving anywhere. In front of me another car honked. I was preparing for my doom by closing my eyes. The best I could. Then everything went silent. When I opened my eyes again, I was in my bedroom. I thought I was awake. The fear of getting hit lifted from my shoulders.
I tried to get up, but I couldn’t move anything but my eye balls.
My eyes shifted up and I saw it a black figure with its “hands” gripped around my neck. Panic set in as I looked around to see the other three figures standing around. It occurred to me the figures represented my family: my mother, father, and two sisters.
I began to gasp for air. It seemed the world was in slow motion. Was this real life? Was this what it feels like to be strangled? That’s when I fell. I woke up in a dark room. It was as if I was in my conscience. Completely dark. A damaged hallway began to glow filled with doors. Behind them a dim white light.
I was finally able to move and I walked down the hall finding memory’s and a door that said, “Wake up.” I went to the wake up door and I opened it.
I woke up but not in my bed, I woke up in a hospital room.
“Jonathan, you’re awake,” I heard a woman say.
“You survived the accident.”
