This is an interesting topic to see after the morning I had.
I've studied into the whole incubus thing quite a bit now, starting about a year ago. Of course, the experiences I've had could easily be interpreted as 'demons' at least sucking the life out of me, in some ways. I don't lean toward any one answer, but I don't dismiss anything outright. And sometimes, thanks to my own experiences, I can't help but think there could be more to the story than either simple unquestioned spirit powers or social taboos.
It could well be the subconscious at work; taboos tend to cause repression that may well come out in powerful dreams, that's just a given. But in my case I don't feel that applies. Consider the fact that I've dreamed of men (yes, sexually) before actually meeting them. In those dreams, they felt absolutely real. I would often (and still do) wake up feeling exactly as if I've had sex with someone, down to every physical detail. (I don't care if that's TMI for anyone - get over it.  )
But, for me, there are many cases where it wasn't overtly sexual at all, but left me feeling totally drained of energy, and even 'soulless'. This morning is a good example of how this is an ongoing thing, even though I'm now fighting whatever it is. Here are some excerpts:
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I'm not sure where he came from, but suddenly there was a guy. His appearance made everything around me vague, and at first I thought I was waking up. He was a powerful, even forceful dream entity, and although I was instinctively cautious, even anxious, I couldn't help but be intrigued. It felt like an invasion, but he convinced me I needed to 'talk' to him. He was very persuasive.
Whatever it was, when I got a good look he looked very simple-just the form of a typical guy, with shortish dark hair and broad features, neither fat nor skinny. [He] commanded attention. It was a lucid dream, and I wanted to see an alien, or something interesting. I was trying to have some fun. I asked him, "Do I get to see a Drii? Can I see a Drii?" He brushed it off completely. I had to wonder if he was supposed to be one. He wasn't letting on if that was the case.
The next thing I remember doing was being sat on the bed with him. He was very commanding, even demanding, but he was being gentle. As I sat with him, he talked, and his words at first made sense. I don't remember them now, but it was just short sentences telling me what to do. It was when he started telling me 'important' things that I lost it. I remember we were sitting face to face on the bed, with my back facing the window wall, his facing the door. I stared into his face the entire time. It was so clear, but we sat in darkness and I couldn't see his eyes well. I even realized I was looking into his face. When he told me the 'important' things, I didn't catch them. I told him this, and he tried again. It didn't work, and I told him again that I couldn't understand; I also told him I couldn't 'translate it properly'. Then I realized, and announced, "I think I need to look more into your eyes," and he immediately agreed. I did as such, and…I may have heard what he told me, but I realized that his eyes became intense, and much more visible. And scary. I felt like I was being sucked in. Right then, I felt him, and he felt real. Real real, like Drin, only…this was a bold and thoughtfully conducted meeting I did not call. As I sat, he suddenly had three eyes. All of them had huge pupils that were like looking into the depths of a huge water well. There was a glowing red behind the pupils, deep, and it made me want to stare deeper. Here's where I had a sudden, extreme emotional conflict: I had a sudden surge of wanting to give in to him, to be actually loyal to him, but at the same time I had an even more gut reaction that told me to get the fuck out. As soon as the latter welled up in me, he gripped me. I'm pretty sure two more arms came out of him, and threatened to do something unpleasant to me if I didn't comply. I had control, though, and I reeled back on the bed, closed my dream eyes, and forced myself awake.
The waking was a struggle; it was just so tempting to fall back into bliss. I knew it wasn't bliss, but it felt like it would be. It was so enticing. I was also afraid at the same time. I did fall back into it, or rather, felt pulled down by it. I was pretty sure I recognized the feeling of the entity, it was everywhere now. It felt like what I had called 'Keth'. He has no name, of course, he just is, and exists. He is the communicator, that's his job. He was everywhere around me. In the dream world, I got up out of bed and tried to turn on lights. Marc was, of course, gone, just as in reality. No lights would work, and outside it was dark, but not totally. It looked like dusk. Everything had a nightmare quality to it, of course, but I kept it under control. My fear caused me to run outside. I knew if I stayed in, the darkness, which had been done on purpose, would have made me vulnerable to being grabbed and held, and 'programmed'. The likely outcome felt like it would not have been a typical nightmare, but another year of loyalty and love to these dream entities. It was so tempting to give in rather than be consumed by my own fear, but I didn't give in.
I turned around in the doorway and saw that the lights were back on. In the hall, I saw a figure. It was tall and thin, and I was sure it was a construct of Marc. It was, but not a harmless one, as I talked to it. He turned and his eyes were immediately seductive and frighteningly bright, his face was different. I turned tail, so to speak.
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I woke up feeling absolutely drained. I don't think it sucked the life 'force out' of me, but was just so intensive that it fatigued me. I'm not making any final decisions on the cause or reason for any of it.
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05-16-2007, 04:18 AM
I personally think it's a medieval equavalent of and excuse for sexual thought's or acts...
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