I must be falling asleep

[Nephew Twiddleton]

It's just a matter of time before it happens again. It's been awhile. Been at least 4 months. But it will be back. It always gets you when you forget about it.

Last night you were fine. Sort of. There is, of course, something akin to it that happens. You don't know when that's going to happen to you either, but at least you'll be awake for it. You'll be doing laundry or something, after Boston goes to sleep, for no other reasons than it didn't occur to you to do it earlier, or, you'll be watching TV, or even just smoking. Then suddenly there is just this sense of dread. Nothing sets it off. It's random. But it only comes when you're alone, and it always makes you bristle. That's what happened to you last night, doing your laundry and trying to distract yourself by singing, of all things, Tenth Dimension by Blaze Bailey. Didn't help, did it? But at least this other thing didn't happen.

See, sometimes when you fall asleep, and you're almost, just there... Morpheus is about to stamp your passport... without warning, there is a current of electricity that runs through your body, and you hear it and it's fucking loud. It scares the shit out of you, and your heart starts racing, and you try to ignore it, telling yourself that it's just all in your head and you must be falling asleep. But fuck all logic when you're almost asleep. It happens again. And again. And then for some irrational reason you think there are things in the room. Not people. Things. You don't even know what things, but they're there and they don't like you. And they're doing this to you. None of it makes sense. You need to turn on the light to make them go away, but if you open your eyes, you're fucked. Then you can see them, and they can see you. And you don't want that. And they'll keep at it til you open your eyes. Just remember. Once you do that, they fucking have you. But at least you know what's shocking you.

I'm talking to myself. I must be falling asleep.

[Fujikoma]

That sort of thing has happened to me... What's really fucked up is those jarring dreams of yellow static, like you're being shaken to death by some extra-dimensional presence, like your soul is shaken and shattered.

I told someone about that once, and they told me "Well, that wouldn't happen if you weren't into all that devil worshiping shit!". It rarely happens these days, even the jolts that force me back awake.

Once, I had a potent dream vision. Trouble is, I stood up and walked out of my friend's house. Apparently, I walked to another friend's house, brief recollection of the road over the vision. Another friend of mine was staying at said friend's house, and she was out back smoking a joint. What she heard scared her half to death, it sounded like wind, loud, howling wind, screeching birds and clashing, clanging metal. The front door was locked, and I had somehow passed through it, and was half asleep on the couch, shaking and shiverring, pale white with shock. She woke me up and asked me what the fuck happened.

The dream beast was some sort of odd demon with yellow static for eyes, I had fallen in, it was a terrible feeling. To this day I can only think of one name, "Azagthoth", but that's likely inaccurate. I think the name was derived from something else, but all I could think of was the Lovecraft version.

[Adios]

Wish I hadn't read this right now.

[Fujikoma]

Ever seen a festering ghoul in your peripheral vision before, and when you turn to look, it's very briefly there, then it's gone? But you get one real good look at the hollow pits in its mottled skin wrapped skull, two piercing yellow lights... Thinning black hair, pale white-blue skin, torn with lesions, maggots oozing out of them, black bile dripping from openings... You sense, a kind of fear wafting off of it before it vanishes without a trace. Happened to me once while I was making a sandwich. Damned ghouls better keep away from my sammich.

I don't know what it is with me and the color yellow, but I had a dream when I was four years old that a yellow eyed black bird was in the house I was living in at the time, and that it swooped down and pecked out my eyes when I started running to get my mom and dad.

[Prince Glittersnatch III]

I've been lying down for hours now. It's 5:35AM and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part about my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but look back and try not to cry or scream. Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's the strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear.

Here's the thing. The second I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm completely fucked. I will die and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a way out but the only idea I have is to rush for the door and run outside the front door and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die. He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece.

You're probably wondering what's going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes.

About three hours ago, I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check on the noise before realizing I had to use the restroom. Instead of doing the smart thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could've gotten myself killed right then from my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. I got very worried and ran back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the pussy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, that it was just some really vivid dream or something.

But I heard my bedroom door open. Like the terrified child I was, I peeked from under my blankets to see what was going on. I could see something dragging my dead parents into the room. It was not human, I can tell you that. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my parents. But this thing was much smarter than any caveman. It was aware of what it was doing.

It propped my dad up on the edge of my bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. It then started rubbing its hands upon the walls, staining them with blood and then drew a circle with the devil's pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece. To finish it off, it scribbled a message onto the wall that I could not read in the darkness.

It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.

The scariest thing is now, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness since then and I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at it, because it's terrifying to think about. But I feel I need to see, before I'm killed.

I peek at the creature's masterpiece.

"I know you're awake."

(I didnt write this, its an unsourced story thats been floating around for awhile)

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Seems like I sparked something here! I like what's going on

[Adios]

I am laying here in Halfway Land. I know where I am but I am trapped here, there is no escape. 
It's the same HalfDream every time. It just won't end or resolve.

The worst part is I can never remember it unless I am in that place. No matter how hard I try to recall it, nothing. I know things aren't going well, but WHY? There is something in this place that when it comes up I am jarred full awake, painfully.

If I could only remember I could stop this HalfNightmare, but no such luck.

Now I am getting HalfSleepy. I fight it, but I will lose this battle again.

AS I start to doze I see a familiar landscape and my chest tightens in fear......

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Fucking yes!

[Adios]

Fucking yes!

This is a true story.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Eyes staring back at me.

A moment ago, I was dreaming. Can't remember it now. Doesn't matter anyway, there's a pair of eyes staring back at me. I shouldn't have opened my eyes in the first place. I didn't realize they were here until it was too late to stop myself. I'm transfixed now, and I can't move. They're going to do those things that I can never remember, other than it scares me.

Large black almond shaped eyes.

Some say they are extraterrestrials. If only that were the case. The motives of an ET can at least be mused about. Understood. Sympathized with. There is no discernible motive here. But then again, not all aliens are extraterrestrial in origin.

I wish I could close my eyes....

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Fucking yes!

This is a true story.

So is the OP, but I'm glad that you're sharing it. Not sure what direction this threads going to go in, but I'm liking every bit of it.

[Fujikoma]

My story was true too.

I've also learned the hard way NEVER to use the restroom in a dream... I'm not sure how well it works out for anyone else, but I've pretty much wired my brain so that I awaken anytime I start thinking about using the restroom.

EDIT: Also, Glittersnatch, your story was pretty fuckin' awesome. Creepy, but awesome.

EDIT: Charley, I've only had a couple dreams so frightening I couldn't remember them. I don't have nightmares anymore, then again, I take fucktons of melatonin and DMAE, my moods are pretty straightened out these days.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

I'm cool with people posting either something they've experienced or something that riffs on this.