Who Ever said the IB couldn’t Induce Vivid Hallucinations and Sleep Paralysis? A Lawsuit is Imminent.

I had better write these down whilst they are fresh in my mind.

I had the weirdest dreams last night. Now usually my dreams aren’t too bad, but these were, to use a colloquialism, ‘redonkulous’ (I suppose it’s supposed to a clever and witty form of the term ‘ridiculous’).

As most of you know (well I hope for most of the people who read this blog are in my grade) for the next three (well now it’s two) weeks the grade 12s at VIS will be undergoing a new form of torture, the IB Mock exams.

Now I have been studying for these exams day and night without rest (as those who have seen my schedule know), as the school did not give us adequate time to study for them properly (as we grade 12s had been mostly studying for our A1 IB orals that have just been completed).

Anyway, I had my English A1 exams on Tuesday, then I and about 8 other people had philosophy exams on Wednesday and yesterday everyone did their mathematics exams.

So yesterday when I got home I was little bit tired. And when I say a little bit tired, I am of course being sarcastic, for I actually passed out from exhaustion upon my arrival. This ‘unconscious state’ I was in lasted for about 3 hours.

However I did not have my strange dreams at this point. This is why I called it an ‘unconscious state’, I was not asleep. My theory is that I was so tired that my brain did not have sufficient energy to conjure the images of my dreams in my brain.

Anyway, I woke up to have dinner, I watched some Smallville, and I then returned to my room to write the blog I posted yesterday.

But when I went back to sleep at about 23:30, I was propelled into a weird, ‘trippy’ and spectacular world.

Now, as most of you will know, even if you aren’t in my grade, dreams are very tricky to describe, for when one is asleep one believes things to be true or possible in the ‘dream world’ when they are actually impossible (well, I like to believe that nothing is impossible, it’s just some events or ‘things’ are more improbable than others).

Furthermore, dreams change quickly, as in one second you’re running away from a monster, you are absolutely terrified, then BAM, you’re in a car, and you’re happy because you’re off to go see you grandma, who has actually been dead for 10 years.

Anyway, I’ll try to describe them as well as I can:

1) First off, I was in a highly advanced helicopter type thing. It’s propulsion system seem to use some kind of anti-gravity engine. I was, and this will be hard to believe, holding onto a large machine-gun, and I was shooting at something. And, oh yes, I was shouting and screaming with anguish. The helicopter soon landed and I leapt out.

2) Next thing I knew I was in my old house, the one I used to own in South Africa. However, my bedroom was a room I had never been in or seen before. It was a really cool room. Anyway, suddenly these two people came into my room. The first was an Asian man who was dressed in the style of a ninja (he looked like that guy from Ninja Assassin) and a women who looked average looking and, like my  bedroom, I had never seen her before.  Now these two people said, ‘We’re here to check your passport’. I however did not think this was odd at all, but in my dream I did feel nervous, my heart was beating fast, and I remember thinking that these guys were ‘bad guys’ and I was actually a secret agent (yes, just like 007), but how that made any sense is a mystery to me. Suddenly, alarms were going off and they were wearing gas-masks. They said ‘Your passport is fake. You’re the one we’ve been looking for.’ Suddenly a strange milky white gas filled the room (by the way I was lying on my bed the whole time this was happening, and I felt no urge to stop them). ‘Yes! We’ve activated the house’s security system, the gas will kill you in 2 minutes!’ they said as they walked out of the room and locked the door. Indeed, I did feel like I was dying, it was so real! My chest was getting heavy and tight, I coughed for my throat felt ticklish and a numbness was spreading through my extremities. My vision was going blurred and was becoming bordered by a white light as I hurried towards the open window. I had no strength in my body and so I only just managed to climb through the window. Immediately I was better. I then ran as fast as I could, which was surprisingly fast in my dream, and arrived at a gate that was 3 meters high. I leapt over it with ease.

3) The next thing I knew I was at the airport (again an airport I had never seen before), and I was sitting next two the Queen and my parents were there as well. My dad then said, ‘Hey they’re showing Sherlock Holmes here, do you want to go see it?’ I said yes and off we went.

4) As we arrived at the line which was at the Cinema I turned around and was not surprised to see my dad was gone. He had been replaced by the whole 12th grade. Bashar was right behind me followed by Daniel Stuessy, and Raphael. Oh yes, we weren’t going to see Sherlock Holmes anymore, we were here to see The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus.

5) Oh yes, then my real heart gave way and started to beat so fast it felt like it was humming and I awoke. However, I was unable to breath and move. I was paralyzed. This only lasted for at least 5 dreadful seconds. Afterwards I could move properly again. I was sweating profusely and it was 12:03.

After a few seconds rest I ran to my laptop to check to see what had just happened and it seemed I had experienced ‘Sleep Paralysis‘ (look it up it’s pretty cool).

Well, that was just about it, it was the most exciting experience I had, well, experienced in a while.

And on a final note, I blame the IB.

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~ by emc7 on January 22, 2010.