Another Kind of Demon

So, this morning I had a sleep paralysis episode but it was the first time in a long time.... that it involved TWO entities... one of which admitted to being a demon, though I did kind of invoke it, it still kinda creeps me out and yet fascinates me. As I recall, not all demons are entirely evil... most used to be gods.

In my past dreams the entity has always appeared either through my panicked thoughts or on it's own but never... that I can remember... has there been more that one entity in the room with me at time. Nor have I ever felt such a distinction... like they were DIFFERENT. There was a PRESENCE about the second one.  It's hard to explain beyond that but they were DIFFERENT. But both were in the same space... and one frightened the other away.

Moving on...

I dreamt I was part of a gypsy caravan and I sang songs in the back of the van, our legs swinging over the dirt road as we traveled. I sat next to my friend Emanuelle and I leaned on her shoulder and we sang "gypsy songs" that I don't remember but we were happy.

I began to wake up gradually. I knew I was in my bed. I could see all my room and I knew I was in bed. There was a strange man in the corner. He was about my age, black hair disheveled, wearing mostly tight black clothing. If I didn't know better I'd say Edward Scissorhands was in the corner of my bedroom twitching horribly and flickering. His eyes were sooo dark like he had been crying and wearing heavy mascara and it had all run down his face and his eyes were almost invisible under all his disheveled black hair.

 Emo-looking yes... but at the time... he was terrifying. I felt waves of pain coming off of him and it scared me. It's hard to explain (I keep saying that but it's true). It hurt to be in the same room with him and he felt like a landmine ready to be set off. It was so disturbing. He hadn't even looked at me but I had this great and terrible fear that if he looked at me something terrible would happen.

I became afraid. I knew I was lucid and in the midst of sleep paralysis as I was seeing that miserable creature in the corner of my room but was painfully aware of my surroundings and of the fact that it was hard to breathe and I couldn't move. I kept trying to will myself to see something else, to calm down.

He twitched and writhed some more and flickered and moved, moaning softly and horribly, he ghosted towards the bed and I began to cry out only I couldn't because my lips were glued shut. I concentrated on calming myself, reminding myself that this wasn't real and that what I felt would pass... suddenly I felt a large, strong, warm hand on my forehead and I heard a familiar voice,

"Don't worry, I'm here now. He can't hurt you."

I thought loudly at the voice but I'm not sure my voice made it but he seemed to hear me, "Help me. I'm afraid."

He spoke again and I recognized the voice as British and then Watson's from the British T.V. show Sherlock,
"Don't let go..." he wrapped his strong warm hands around mine and I felt it. The strange dark man hissed at us and disappeared.

"Are you an angel?" I asked the strong warm presence with my mind. He took more form above me, appearing as Watson straddling me.

He laughed sheepishly, "Hahah uh, no, no I'm not." in Watson's voice.

"Are you a demon too?" I asked.

His eyes shifted down to mine and narrowed, he smiled quietly and said in a distinctly non-Watson voice, "Another kind, yes."

I felt a pang of fear hearing that but asked anyway, "What kind would that be?" I asked in my mind. If I could've raised my eyebrow I would have.

He kissed me on the forehead and then softly on the lips. I barely felt it. I begged him for things. Things which I'm ashamed of now but he just laughed at me kindly at the time. He just stayed until the sunlight started pouring through my windows.

The paralysis started losing it's grip even as I tried to prolong it. I know that I felt him holding my right hand for a bit then I tried to pull it away and succeeded but still felt him brush it almost lovingly. He had touched my forehead and kissed it and kissed my neck and various other things but it all sort of gradient faded into conscious and then suddenly before I knew it I was fully awake looking around the room confusedly because it was so real and yet nothing was there. He was gone, the strange dark man was gone. It was all so normal. And so instantaneous... I went from feeling the warmth of his hands one second to suddenly... gone. Just like that. Like it never happened.






.... And YES I psychoanalyze myself (nearly every morning... yeh that can't be healthy)
Watson obviously represents someone I admire and many ways relate to... and am even looking for in a mate. He's been on my mind a lot so it's no wonder that the first "Strong, Safe" person I think of is Watson. The rest of it and the way he looked at me is what has me feeling uneasy.

Demons freak me out, okay? They freak everyone out. They freak me out especially because I know their roots and the idea that the media has presented recently... that they can take on the appearance of our loved ones is... honestly, My. Worst. Fear.
They are powerful, unpredictable, and often cruel as portrayed by media. I know I've been under a lot of stress lately but uhh... if anything else happens (knocks on wood) you'll know where it began.  >.>

And now I have to write a fucking 6pg paper.