Just to start this out, I'm a very skeptical girl. Over time, I've come to look at the world with more logical eyes. When it comes to ghosts, demons, or any of that paranormal stuff, I just shrug it off and think, "Well until it happens to me, I'm not going to believe it." I mean, it's so easy to just lie about that stuff, especially on the internet and since I've never before seen it with my own eyes, it must be fake... Right?
Well today I'm left confused with my experience, if one would come to call it that. I'm not sure what to make of it. Was it a dream or was it something else? I'm not sure and I'm hoping that by sharing my experience with others who can relate, I can gain some understanding of it.
Let me begin with saying that within the past few days, I have grown increasingly interested in Incubi for what seemed to be no apparent reason. I found myself scouring the internet for all the folklore pertaining to these myths and mildly fascinated by them. Of course, I kept saying, "I'll only believe it if it happens to me, which it won't."
But did it happen today?
The day started out like a normal type of day. I woke up, but I was extremely tired. Not feeling like doing much, I went over to my ex's house to play video games and just lay around. Well, after a few hours of playing video games, we decided that we were going to lie down and take a nap. He slept on the outside of the bed; I slept on the inside next to the wall. I remember clearly that I was facing the wall as I closed my eyes to get ready to fall asleep.
However, I remember opening my eyes. I was still on my side, but now I was sort of on my stomach. I looked over towards my ex to find that he was asleep. Not wanting to disturb him, I closed my eyes and thought about going back to sleep. But then things started to get strange.
I felt something there, like it was behind me. It was during this time that my body started to feel stiff and I could barely move. My head started to feel foggy like I just took some pain meds. It was an eerie, calm sense of peace that made me feel on edge. I couldn't speak, either. All I could do was stare at the wall, trying my hardest to look out of the corner of my eye. But it was to no avail.
The being, or whatever it was, got on top of me. It was gentle in the way it acted and talked to me in a calm voice, although I could not understand what it was saying. My head felt too foggy to try to concentrate on anything. It, or maybe I should call it he since it had a male's voice, felt sort of heavy on top of me. But I was still able to breathe normally.
It talked to me and touched my hair for a few minutes before I felt something insert itself into me. All I can remember is my body being moved up and down in that rhythmic motion, my head hitting the wall. I remember feeling a sense of him not wanting to stop, but also a sense of confusion. It lasted for such a long time and I remember drifting in and out of consciousness the whole time. Then as soon as it happened, it ended. I think he spoke again. I'm not sure. By that time, my head felt so foggy all I wanted to do was fall asleep.
But then my eyes opened once again. I was lying on my other side, my back facing the wall now. I was so confused by that point. All I could think about was that experience and I am still thinking about it. I am so confused as to what happened. Was I asleep? If so, why was the dream so lucid? I'm not once to dream those types of dreams, so I'm very on edge.
It was only after then that I was reminded of when I was twelve. I distinctly remember these types of dreams happening to me repeatedly over some period of time, but then they stopped. During all of them I was always on my stomach, with the being talking to me in a gentle way. Only once do I remember being on my back during the experience, only to see nothing there. Could it be the same being? Who knows?
I feel like a fool to write such things. I try to be as logical as possible, but it seems like I am left thinking that this is indeed something unworldly. You see, I'm not one to have "wet dreams", so I doubt it could have been that. And I doubt it was because I was looking up so much about Incubi because the dream just felt so lucid and real. I don't know. Maybe it was nothing after all.
All I know is that I am so very confused. I wonder if it'll happen again...