Real events?

sleep paralysis is very convincing. The problem is that it isn't simply the inability to move but that you're halfway trapped in a dream during it. Your rational mind is awake and aware but is still under the influence of your subconscious. I think the reason why it is always a nightmare and not a good dream during sleep paralysis is because the paralysis itself encourages dark thoughts.

I always have the same dream during sleep paralysis. It scares the crap out of me. It scares me even though I know it isn't real during the episode. And it's very loud, which is unsettling. When I wake up there is no noise, though.

I've had it since I was child, happens about 5 times a year and can happen in cluster so I have maybe 3 or 4 nights in a row of it occurring and then it doesn't happen for a couple of months. Always the same kind of dream, I'm in the dark being watched and/or followed, a general horrible feeling that I'm in grave danger and then I see a dark hooded figure (I joke with my hubby that this figure looks like a typical deptiction of "death"all he needs is a sythe!)I then partially wake, I can see my room, my bed, I can hear real world things like a tv on or car noises outside but I cant speak or move and the bad feeling from the dream is still there and then the figure appears and moves toward me and I struggle to breath, its never reached me I've always fully woken before it "gets" me. But like you and your dream burglar I have to check, I will go round the whole house just making sure nothing/no one is actually there.

I started having sleep paralysis 'night terrors' about 5 years ago. I had no idea what was happening to me..I had never heard of sleep paralysis in my life. I woke up one morning (or so I thought)to find that what I thought was my husband had climbed onto my back, and was pushing my face down into the pillow..really hard. He was sort of 'growling' at me, telling me over and over to 'shut up'. It felt like he weighed over 200 pounds..but he has a very slight build. I was unable to move, until I heard what I thought was my son in the hallway..so I managed to twist my face away from the pillow to tell my 'husband' that our son was up, and in the hallway. Suddenly, I felt him sort of lift up and away from me. I fell back asleep, wondering what sort of 'role playing' game he was acting out. I actually forgot about it until the next morning..when at the kitchen table, i remembered, and said..'Oh...I almost forgot...what was that all about yesterday morning in bed..when you climbed on top of me...'
The look of total shock on his face really scared me..but I assumed he was kidding. he assured me that he wasn't kidding, and had absolutely no idea what I was talking about. I started to cry, and he got very frightened, and said he was going to call the police, figuring that someone had broken in and tried to attack me. I went over the event, step by step, and we determined that it wasn't my son I heard in the hallway, it was my husband..going to the shower. I was convinced I was being haunted by an Incubus. For the next 6 months, these horrors happened sporadically to me...seeming so real..not at all like a dream..because you are totally aware or your surroundings. I sometimes was able to see my husband sleeping next to me, but as I tried to scream for his help, I was aware there was no sound coming from my mouth. I lived any number of horror stories every bit as terrifying as the worst horror movies.
But that's not the worst of it. The worst part came 6 months later..when I was in my son's room, and he started to tell me about something that had been happening to him while he was in bed on numerous occasions. He related story after story of almost identical stories to mine. He was completely unaware of my experiences, as my husband and I had decided never to tell him about what was happening to me..he was 17, and very stressed with school, preparing for college. We didn't want to add to his stress. We figured out that his experiences started at the exact same time as mine had. His differed a bit in that he, at times, actually left his bed, and wandered around the apartment, only to waken, paralyzed and naked on the floor, alone.
I read everything I could find about these phenomenons and that's how I found out about sleep paralysis. But unless you go through it yourself, you can't understand how hard it is to accept that it's PROBABLY something in your head, and not some spooks or something. One time, I 'got up' five times in a row, walked to the kitchen, saw my husband at the table using his laptop..until things started looking 'weird' around me. then I would 'wake up' again, only to repeat and repeat the exact same thing over and over. on the 6th time, I did the exact same thing...but I stopped at the doorway, shaking and crying, and asked my husband, " AM I AWAKE?! ARE YOU REALLY HERE?!" He looked panicked, slowly got up, led me to a chair, assured me that he was really there, then he called in to work and cancelled all his appointments for the day. he was afraid to leave me alone.
I was advised by a friend who claimed she was also a 'shaman priestess' (!?!?) that I needed to get a talisman to hang in the house, and get rid of any objects, especially old ones,newly brought into the house. She also offered to come do a 'cleansing', but I declined that. I removed a large stack of antique books I had bought that year, and got a talisman.
All events stopped after that. At least for about a year and a half.
Then we discovered that my son and I shared dreams. You can't know how scary that is. They were terrible nightmares, and nearly identical.
The most 'satisfying' one was one night, I had a sleep paralysis event where I thought I was falling into an abyss in the middle of our bed, and I was pushing my husband down with me..we were both screaming, and I was trying desperately to get off him, because it seemed like we were heading straight to hell or something (and no..I am not a religious person prone to fear things like that)As we were falling deeper and deeper, bright green and orange lights were swirling around the room, like an Aurora Borealis and thunderous crashes and blinding light flashes were all around us. I'm surprised I didn't have a heart attack! I screamed for help, and I felt arms around me pulling me up and out of the hole.
The arms turned out to belong to my husband, who heard me quietly moaning, so he put his arms around me to turn me over..and then I woke up...still terrified and crying. It was nearly impossible to convince me there was no huge hole in the bed. I whispered to him what I had been feeling, and I fell back asleep.
Now here's the FREAKY part. That night, my son was headed for bed, when he turned back around and said, " OH! I forgot..wait til you hear what happened to me last night..." I said "STOP!!" I called my husband into the room, without knowing what my son was about to say, by also knowing in my heart what we were about to hear. I said..."listen to this..." And my son told us about his 'dream'. The setting was different, he was on a double decker bus, and the roof had peeled off. The bus was out of control, and the sky went black. Suddenly, the sky was filled with swirling orange and green lights, with deafening thunder and lightning flashes all around. "Like an Aurora Borealis"
We all just stood and sat there, looking at each other, and my husband put his head down and walked out of the room. What else can you do?!
My greatest fear was that I was somehow projecting my nightmares and such to my son..but the more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that he was projecting HIS anxiety and night terrors on to me. That I can live with.

WOW I would watch that movie!!!you could teel the story here !i woudl read it!!:)