(11-30-2022, 12:32 AM)Selbiene Raveren Wrote: I don't have any links to provide, only my own personal experience. I have had something similar happen to me. It wasn't a family member of mine. It was some sort of entity from a house I lived in when I was in my teens.
I suffered a psychotic break living in that house. Severe depression. I was out sick from school with bronchitis for a month--the worst I had ever felt. I think, even after we moved, it followed me for years. I would have bouts of sleep paralysis and anxiety.
It wasn't until rather recently that I attributed all of that to the being from that old house. And it seemed that once I realized that, I was able to notice a change in my dreams, when the sleep paralysis started to take hold. Dreams would go from normal to darker often becoming "chase" dreams. (I hate those)
I would "abort" my dreams, end them and wake up, snap myself out of the sleep paralysis. I think it was trying to feed on my fear like some sort of phobophagus.
I got quite efficient at breaking out of the dreams. Slowly, little by little, the phobophagus seemed to have less of an effect on me. I found myself getting angry instead and telling it to leave me the hell alone. It wasn't going to scare me anymore. I was done.
One day, quite recently actually, I decided I was tired of running, of being the one to force myself to wake up and break the dream. I decided to face it instead.
When I did that, it turned into this sad melty pile of clay, like an old claymation cartoon until it was nothing.
Perhaps this family member of yours has turned into something similar (if that is even her and not something else entirely) and is gaining some sort of energy from you by affecting your dreams. If I were you, I'd tell it to find something else to eat.
I have wakened myself so many times every night that I get no rest and feel tired constantly. I have confronted her (or whatever it may be) and yet she keeps returning, creeping around the edges of my sight. I even fed her to the bears last year to no avail. She doesn't chase me, doesn't speak to me (since the bears) and I am neither afraid nor paralyzed- she just wont go away, along with the darkness that accompanies her. I am not really sure what to do at this point. I need some peaceful, uninterrupted sleep desperately!
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