I stayed living in Puerto Rico for maybe 5 more years after my experiences from my last post stopped. And even the first 3 years that I moved here to San Francisco, CA I did not experience anything paranormal. Until I noticed that, after I started having a regular meditation practice and also got a little bit into psychedelic drugs, some other types of paranormal experiences started happening to me. Little things happened here and there while I was tripping or when I was meditating that could be easily explained as the effects of that state, but felt still too attached to reality enough to question if they were actually real or not. Anyway, I think either one or both of these 2 factors forced opened my third eye or something and these are stories of what happened when I was sober from psychedelics or not meditating.
One night I was struggling to fall asleep, at the time I was stressed so didn't think much of it, didn't even had the sensation of being watched. So, when I got up in my own frustration of not being able to catch my sleep, I saw a figure by the end of my bed, just chilling even leaning against the wall watching me. He was very tall and broad, no face whatsoever as if seemingly made of shadow but wearing a white turtle neck sweater. I didn't even got scared when I saw him nor I felt any bad vibes or anything evil. Judging by how he reacted when I got up and saw him, he didn't know I could see him because he made a little jump-scare and promptly walked away backwards and slowly as if he still didn't want to bother me. I was glad that situation took care of itself and went back to try and sleep.
Almost the same week maybe the same month, I was having the dullest dream of my lifetime when I usually dream movie worth plots. The 'dream' felt as if I was sleeping with my eyes open, I was just seeing minute by minute of us as we were in bed: my husband spooning me and I was spooning the other me. Wait, what? As soon as I realized that, something or someone I could not see pulled me down with so much force I passed right through the bed and was halfway through the floor; maybe my downstairs neighbors could see my frantic legs trying to get out if it was possible for them. In my desperation I was swimming up so hard that I could kiss the ceiling and then fell back into the other me that was still in the bed. I 'woke' up still swimming up that I startled my husband; but for me it didn't feel as if I woke up because that transition felt so smooth that I'm not sure if it was a dream or if I was sleeping in the first place. I explain to my husband what just happened and he, the skeptic one, suggested that maybe I had and out of body experience.
The next out of body experience happened some days maybe weeks close after a nice trip I had. There was only one part of said trip that wasn't that great and it was that I got a little paranoid at some point because I thought some things were watching on us, as if waiting for one of us to do something wrong. In that whole trip I would say I was in the realm of the dead and it wasn't a bad thing; thou looking back I would actually rephrase it as I was in the realm of the spirits. In here I had hallucinations or could actually see some weird but not scary monsters, but I still got a little scared because monsters. They looked like Chinese dragons but add trippy changing colors. In the previous days that I was sober, I've been a little disappointed at a dreamcatcher I bought because it wasn't doing its job; so that thought was somewhere in the back of my head. This one night after that trip, I randomly woke up crouching on the bed to intensely mean look at the dreamcatcher. I remember I verbalized my frustration at it and then I was like 'oh here they come!' And the Trippy Chinese dragons came through the room and, as if it was everyday normal thing to do, I inserted myself back into my body. Of course, I was so confused when I came to, but at least I already knew what to make out of it since I had the previous experience which both felt very similar.
And the last notorious event was a sleep paralysis one and the scariest of my life. Note that I'm writing the most significant events, so I was no stranger to those when this one happened. In between I had some other sleep paralysis easy enough for me to reason with the scientific explanation and not panic when they were happening. But this one, even if I could still attribute it to science, it was just so darn scary and how it happened that I don't know anymore... I was dreaming, this time, of an actual scary looking monster that I never seen before. It was so big that if it were standing on the floor it would touch the ceiling maybe crouch a little, more muscular than a Dragon Ball Z character, with horns and non-human facial features. It was on top of me holding each of my wrists apart with what I think was its hands. And it was screaming... Such a repulsive noise I can't find the words to describe it, I don't even like to remember it but the sound is ingrained in my brain; and it went on for like a full minute. At this point I was telling myself 'just open your eyes already to make it stop' because poor me thought it was just a nightmare. But when I finally made sure I was awake, I couldn't see it, but still could hear that horrible scream. I tried to move to get away but couldn't because there was this abnormally heavy weight on me; recognizing this familiar sensation, I told myself that is just sleep paralysis with the added audio hallucination. When it was subsiding, I noticed that my wrists were apart in the same position that this beast was holding them down in the dream. I want to think to myself that it was all a coincidence, is just sleep paralysis and no actual demon but, who knows?
I have more experiences that I still attribute to this forced awakening, but they belong in the Psychics & Mediums website than this one. So next time I'll read you over there.