Since I was very small I have had night terrors. I have been to sleep clinics and I have been told that I will have them for life considering my age, and that there was little I could do about them. Now, I don’t mind having these a few times a week, as I have changed my sleeping environment to benefit me if I happen to run around in a panic. I sleep in a large entertainment room area on a couch, with no furniture between myself and the ceiling lights. I have read up on the subject enough to be able to convince myself that the terror is not real without getting up, and go back to sleep. Most of the time now, I do not even get to the terror phase, but merely have hallucinations. And you, dear hallucinations, are driving me insane!!
I know that you are caused due to my chihuahua finishing patrolling and eating and drinking, and jumping on my stomach to go to sleep, while I’m in my vulnerable phase (15-45 minutes after falling asleep). I know this because I am used to finding Thor with a mouthful of nibbles to eat when I am finished panicking. Thanks, Thor.
I guess I should be grateful that you, hallucinations, are typically very benign both in fear-mongering and in form. But it is very embarrassing to be afraid of some of your forms. Forms that are not even based on any items in reality, pretty much ever.
The first one I can remember was just an unnerving presence in my closet. Enough to make me switch rooms. Then there were a series of the typical terrors, like “floor covered in snakes/bugs” or “leprechaun peeking through my door which is cracked open although it is shut in reality.” Then things got both more mundane, and more insane.
One night the terror in question was an origami dove made of lace floating near the ceiling. Another, a single sheet of notebook paper. A hovering afghan blanket. (Oh, and according to many witnesses, instead of screaming bloody murder like most (?) people going through a terror, I yip like a small dog. People will come in to find out what is wrong with the chihuahua, only to find me flailing around while the dog glares. Also embarrassing!) One night I must have had some strange walking terror, as on waking my very large bedside lamp was aligned parallel to my bed, on the floor, on its side, and I was hugging its lampshade under the covers. Some terrors have resulted in my glasses, bedside books, and tissue boxes on the other side of the room due to self defense maneuvers.
Things got even weirder as I got older, though. Namely, the Lego Men. There were two of them, riding a red Lego helicopter. They buzzed around over my head, every few months. Once I got up enough courage to try to swat them away and hope I didn’t get my fingers mangled, but my hand went through them, proving them non-existent. Except they STILL wouldn’t stop being there. I’ve tried this with many terror hallucinations, and they never disappear on being proven non-existent. They stopped coming at one point and I was glad.
Then there were the video game oriented hallucinations. I have had Mario coins. Sonic rings. Video game enemies peeking out of pillows and cushions (yes, I saw you, water strider bug enemy from Super Mario 64). Always interspersed with spider/bug related ones, which end up being true terrors with the running and yipping and very confused dogs. Last night’s put me into the ‘minor rant’ stage. I have been playing altogether too much Psychonauts these last few days, and if you don’t know the game, there are these 2-dimensional crayon-outline bright-colored figments in people’s minds you collect by running through them. They are not dangerous or anything. I, the desk, the couch’s armrest, the windowsill, and the chihuahua, had a lot of these figments on various spots. As usual they wouldn’t leave for quite a while. I couldn’t sleep knowing they were there, either, being neon pink and neon green and such and attracting my attention.
So…yeah. I am tired of these hallucinations, as humorous as they can be from an outsider’s point of view, even when they are not full blown terrors. I’d just like maybe two weeks of a break from them. That’s all. Maybe other people have night terror hallucinations to gripe about as well and make me feel less silly, though?