The black shadow thing came back last night! Last time it was mabye three feet tall, but this time it was well over 6 feet! I woke up shaking I was so scared, just from its being there, standing in front of my closet door. At least this time I know I was asleep when I "saw" it. Last two times it was right at that point between waking and sleeping so I'm not sure. Creepy.
This particular phenomenon has a name: Hypnogogia. These are brief flashes of images, sensations and sounds that occur right in that spot between waking and sleeping. Kind of like moving the radio dial from one station to the next and catching a blurt of a third station in between. I've had them since 7th grade. Just drifting off to sleep and Whammo! someone yells my name, or screams out on the driveway, or kicks me or my all time favorite, being "woken up" by a sword blade going right through my heart from the mattress below and hearing laughing from under the bed. That one happened several times. I'll take the shadow people, thanks.
The Psych-Pagan-goolihey community says it's a reaction to re-entry after astral travel, but I don't know about that one. No solid information.
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I too have had moments in the night like that. The question is "Is it indeed a figment of your imagination, or is it a spiritual presence?"
Is it a psychosis? Even with my medication which I take specifically for that, I still have very weird dreams.
The fun part about mine, which really makes me wonder is that they are location specific. It's only at home that I have shadow people. One place I house sat at in Portland it was a little boy in '50's style footed pajamas warning me not to touch "his" toys. Another place I housesit at it's a little wiry gold dog that likes the pellet stove and wants me to turn it back on.
I was in a similar "halfway between sleep and wakefulness" state when I saw that old man kneeling over my fresh-from-the-hospital baby daughter, and when I woke up I was paralyzed...and still saw the old man. He disappeared as soon as I managed to move. He also looked JUST like my wife's grandfather did the day he died, right down to the clothes he was wearing.
I have had similar experiences, always very localized, and I take them VERY seriously.
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