I Induced

June 22, 2016

Being the type of insomniac that literally cannot sleep until my body gives out to exhaustion, shit like this is interesting to me. When I do sleep, it is always in the form of sleep-paralysis. My mind just won't shut up, so I just lay there a few hours, immobile. The upside is that I come up with stupid ideas like this all the time.

I guess I need to give "sleep paralysis" a relative definition for the rest of this to make any sense (Damn my high school english teacher. I hope she's getting a kick out of this.).  I'm also going to refer to it as simply "sleep" because I'm lazy and it's the only kind of sleep I get anyway.  I can tell when I'm approaching the point of my body shutting down usually a couple hours in advance. I lose anything resembling coordination and find it hard to lift anything more than a paperclip. I'll lay down and it's practically instant. I can't move any part of me. I can't even open my eyes let alone look around. I can't stress this enough: I am wide awake this whole time. I can hear my surroundings.

After a half hour or so, the hallucinations set in. I guess it's my brain forcing itself into REM-state, sanity be damned. Hell if I know. I only took psychology for the lib arts credit. The visions are consistent to a degree. I'm always standing somewhere outside, frozen in place and locked in a staring contest with some abomination or another. The first few times this happened to me -- about six years ago now -- I couldn't stop trying to scream. I felt so helpless. When I'd realize I wasn't making any sound I would have to scream harder. It never worked. I'd get it under control after god knows how long and spend the rest of my sleep just staring in silence.

It's more like a game at this point. I can sort of "will" the other thing into different forms. Still some eldritch horror, but a different one. By my most recent count, there are 39 other things to cycle through. Slendy is one and a couple SCP's are in there, but otherwise they're all just... just the other things.

Forgive the ellipses; I couldn't resist.

These sleeping spells happen at random times, usually every 3-4 days but it varies. As you can imagine, it's annoying as hell at work. Those 5-hour energy things help push it back but it's come too close for comfort before. Herein enters this stupid idea of mine. What if I can force it at more convenient times? Turns out I can, but not easily. Almost not worth it. But I'm stubborn and the clusterfuck of a nightmare I just went through has gotten my full attention.

I was about to give up again after laying there for three hours trying to make it happen and the next thing I knew, #26 paid a visit. Nasty other thing with no eyes and covered in spider legs. I mean covered as in it would look like fur from a distance. Thousands of legs. Naturally, I got ecstatic that it worked at this sight and let out a "hell yeah!".  Then I realized I talked. Then the bastard pounced at me. Got me, too. I didn't know I could move yet.

You know that "mind over matter" crap from 80's karate movies? Turns out there's a degree of truth to it. When #26 bit a hole in my torso, I definitely felt it. Nowhere near the level of pain that would actually induce, but a sharp tearing pain that knocked the wind out of me. The legs got to work and ripped me apart limb by limb. The other thing ate me from the stomach up in small-for-it bites and I felt every one.

Now I'm chained to a tree staring down Slendy. I shit you not, it was like a bad video game. I guess one of my neighbors banged into a wall or something, because Slendy's bleeding to death from a gunshot wound. He pulled some Green Mile bull and gave me the wound. Bullets fucking hurt.

I woke up after feeling myself die like that for a couple hours. That was awesome. I'm doing it again in a couple of days. You just read the first entry to my new dream journal. Don't touch that dial, kids. I get the feeling things will only get more interesting from here.