Just watched a documentary called The Nightmare. Ostensibly, it’s about sleep paralysis. Problem is, some experiences don’t involve sleep. Some don’t involve paralysis. Some involve more than one person. And most of the experiencers don’t find the medical definition for sleep paralysis meaningful. What a refreshing documentary!
It’s streaming on Netflix now, for those with that service. Do check it out. And if you’re an observer or member of the ufological club, ask yourself what would happen with these people if they went to a hypnotist. I couldn’t help but think that every one of them, in the hands of a David Jacobs, would retrieve a story of rapey hybrids, then be asked for their undergarments for study or offered a genitalia defense mechanism he found in a sex shop. Then he’d be welcomed on all of the radio shows that claim to take this seriously. Then be invited to speak at any UFO conference he likes. Then be given an award by MUFON. Then be defended by sicko-phants.
Oh, sorry. I fell asleep. Had a bad dream there. The one where the promoters of truth-seeking didn’t give a shit and the audience that patted itself on the back for thinking outside the box of the mainstream was equally full of shit. The one where guest speakers at conferences were nothing more than self-appointed experts, con men, and glorified book reviewers. The one where….
CHRIST, IS THAT A HAND CRAWLING TOWARD ME?!