What if...our perception of the world is just a very small sliver of visible light. Whereas the entire universe is hidden from our perception of it. Like how a person has a spiritual sense...just a sliver of a multi-verse converging and aligning in that spatial moment. To say that the world is falling and spinning, yet we don't feel it becuase our entire frame of perception is static in that movement.
So when we feel like we've been in s spirtual attack by something and our sense is fully aware, yet our body fails to respond to any movment. Like when our spirtual body is traveling throughout another world like flying, floating, or swimming through air, earth, fire, or water and we are not feeling heat, cold, weight, or fluid dynamics. When a ghost, apparition, or spiritual creature is holding us down and our body is frozen, unmoving, and unreactive. We don't breath, yet we are unaware of any breathing taking place.
While I was aware and in bed. Lying there, and a abyssal dark hand was shown in front of my face. It looked like it came from behind me because I was side sleeping. I tried to turn but my body wouldn't. I looked around the room, fully aware of spatial distances and placement of furniture and other objects, yet they all seemed to phased out and appeared blurred, then darken out and the distance to each itme seemed to have become distant beyond reach, then beyound vision. The room turned dark, but not pitched black. Dark like the familiar night, but some sense of visual darkness. I had the familiar feeling of like something was attacking me, but at the moment of almost freaking out, it was not. It was the feeling of the moment my life was in danger, but everything seemed to stop at that moment. That abyssmal dark hand was not attacking me, but was just merely in front of my fact. It seemed that my other hand had grabbed it to stop it, but I felt more like something else grabbed and held me down instead. I tried to turn my head, but it wouldn't move. I had the familiar feeling of my transposed spirit out of body experience, yet from my perception I was basically still in my body. Just an unresponsive body - from what seemed to be a moment but forever.
Eventually the moment passed. But how it passed seemed surreal that how the room and the spatial return of everything seemed to materialized from a spiritual world into the real physical world. Clearly it was not a dream of the mind, as there is a often an abrupt distinction from a lucid dream to an awakening state. Nor that distinction from a nightmare into a abrupt body awakening jerk. This was moreso like the flow of mist being blown from what seems transparent into what becomes solid physical contact. It was something to describe as if I was laying in a meadow of grass and that transforms into my room, bed, furniture, blanket, walls, ceiling, etc.,...only unlike a dream where things appear from the corner of your eyes, I was seeing how things materialized as if it was crossing from a spatial rift of materilization . Not a dream, not a nightmare, not an astral projection, not an out of body spiritual experience, distinctively none of those experiences. It felt like a spatial rift opening almost converging at the moment. I was pulling into and pulled back...my body slow to react, slow to recover, slow to feel the contact with the mattress and sheets. Even a mere moment of out of body experience as I was above looking down on myself so briefly. Just to see nothing floating above my eyes but the room ceiling only.
...and feeling hungry and went to cook some breakfast...
