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*Shudder*

Last night I had another moment of hypnopompic sleep paralysis [yes, there are 3 links in that sentence]. I woke up at 1am and couldn't move. Not at all. The fan fixture in my room seemed to be some sort of dark (and exceedingly large) owl or hawk that watched me intently. Everything in my head was trying to make my body respond, but it wouldn't.

So I started singing a hymn. Roughly one verse in, I heard my brother walking toward his room. He was singing the same song - two lines behind me. I don't know if I heard him in my sleep, but it certainly wasn't a conscious choice to sing the same thing. And somehow, it gave me great peace. And then I could move. I lay there, breathing deeply like I'd just run up the stairs, even though I hadn't moved at all.


In thinking about it this morning, I have two thoughts:
1. I don't know if I could handle full body paralysis. There is something incredibly frightening and frustrating to being unable to make your body respond as it should.

2. This seems to be an intersection of psychology and spirituality, and I don't quite know which way I would chalk it up. They seem too tightly entwined to be able to say this part is psychological, but this part is spiritual.

Comments

Silas said…
wow that is interesting. i didn't know that existed. i hardly ever have trouble sleeping (maybe just more trouble getting out of bed rather than waking) and i really do treasure this privilege of good sleep.
Terra said…
love all your posts this season girl. just wanted to let you know.

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