No Title: Entry Number Two

I couldn't move.Paralyzed from the neck down and a sensation of floating in the air. It was dark but I could make out my room just barely. Everything in the room felt alive. I was not alone.

I knew my brother who was sleeping beneath me in the bunk bed was there, but at the same time, it felt as though he was nowhere near me enough to make a difference. I couldn't even speak or mumble a word or sound to call out to him. I was silence by some other unknown force.

I felt the presence if some strange entity, sucking away slowly at my energy. This presence felt heavy. This presence wanted my energy. And My energy it was taking. slowly and continuously. It would not stop despite my best efforts.

I do not know why I believed it could hear me just from thoughts alone but I yelled to stop in my head. This seemed only to provoke this presence to continue to drain my energy. I wanted it gone. NOW.

My home was a pink box. Two bedrooms, one bathroom between the bedrooms, kitchen and living room. Once entering the front door the living room was the first thing you notice, Ahead the bathroom with a small "hallway"(if you could call it that) that led to the bedrooms on each side. The kitchen was on the left with a bar separating the two rooms. My room was on the left when looking in from the front door. Left of the bathroom that is.

Once inside my room, There is my bunk bed that me and my little brother slept in. I slept on the top bunk. The electric ceiling fan hanged dangerously close to my bed, but that never deterred me from sleeping there. Nor have I ever had an accident with the fan. Maybe once or twice, but if I did I don't remember.

In the closet was our toys and clothes and the hidden access to the attic. The Attic was the home of this entity only existing in the "next realm".

It was as though this parasite only came down to feast on the nights of my sleep paralysis. Except on one occasion.

This special occasion, It started as a sleep paralisis but then something happened. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I was standing up in my room, facing my door. I felt scared. It felt as though something other than my parents and brother empty vessels where there in that house.

I heard the most deepest voice I have ever heard in my life. It shocked my so hard I literally woke up sweating and screaming. Those words, I do not know why it scared me, maybe it wasn't the words at all, but the voice was not any ones I recognized.

"PINK EYE!" - The Voice

Funny It may seem to anyone else. But it is an event all too real to me. It has led to my supreme curiosity to seek out this entity in the dream world. Countless time I have returned to this home, "in dream", to confront this entity. What I have found there thus far still shocks me today, and gives me goosebumps.

Regardless, It has been one ground basis as to my self study in astral projection. I have prefered to trust in my instincts and personal experiences to do accomplish such tasks. I am not a perfect traveler but I have learned a few tricks. I have yet to come across someone who is really a astral traveler to show me some more "tricks" per say. Maybe some day.

I just can't trust what I read about astral projection. There are ways to prove it. None of the hundreds of books I have read has come close to giving clear instruction as to HOW. they skip way too much details. My search continues.