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thrihyrneSo last night I was standing and glanced at what turned out to be a blanket, but at that initial glance it appeared to have a head and I nearly shit myself. Then later I was watching a movie and kept glancing over to the right and could have sworn a woman was implied in the far corner. This happened several times. It got more malevolent (I've felt a malevolency in the room and Julia and I saged it to clear it out) when I was typing later and something tan seemed to jump right next to me— again, totally startled, but then kept typing. It happened again. Then later I continued typing and a faint finger poked my ass which was on the edge of the chair. At that point, I went upstairs and slept with Julia in her bed.
This morning I sat closer in on my chair when I felt two fingers tap (2nd finger, 3rd finger, 2nd, 3rd) on the cushion behind me. I freaked. And more so when I ignored the tap and out of the corner of my eye saw something orange-ish wrapping lightning-fast toward my stomach. I told Julia about it, but she really didn't believe me. Hallucinations can indeed be a symptom of alcohol detox, after all, and I've had 4 1/2 hours of sleep. She said to ignore it.
I had a doctor's appointment this morning and while walking to the bus, I thought, "How do you deal with fear? You embrace it." So I made my plans on the bus and actually realized I was pissed off, and would go into the middle of my room and tell it to "fucking go somewhere else." While at my appointment both my physician and the mental health person who was called to see me after I told them about it clearly felt it was a hallucination.
Well… by the time I got home later today I, too, was convinced it was a hallucination and told my brain to do something better. By then I'd been sober 84 hours and there's no way I'm still detoxing. Well, I got my fabulous high-speed internet and later sat down with some celebratory cookie dough to eat with a spoon. It moved the spoon a little bit, as well as part of the wrapper. The thing is still here. It made little creeping motions on my cardigan and jeans, and a kind of light buzzing on my skin, though that's not a superb description. The cord to my headphones seems to be a particularly fun thing for it to play with, though it doesn't make big motions, just small ones. But it also is making the lamp cord move a little bit, and the psychological part caught me a couple times when I turned to look at the blanket and when my blinds caught my eye. And it can change the temperature— unfortunately, to cold. I breathed hotly at it and have spent a goodly amount of time telling it to go the fuck away because it's annoying. But I'm not frightened anymore; I'm kind of fascinated, in a way. I washed dishes in the kitchen and it made faint cat noises when there were none. I checked several times, trust me. And now I've discovered it can make Sam the cat's purring sound, which I find offensive. It's imitating him! I mean, the sound was loud enough that I looked immediately at my bed and expected to find him there, but the bed was empty.
Any advice as how to eradicate this tee-tiny… entity? singularity? I'm going to do some online research. I'm ANNOYED. Especially since Julia just came home and she can't hear it nor see the cord movements. She says she only has good energy around her- I suppose implying that I have other. :P Or maybe I'm just sensitive.
Where's a Ghostbusters icon when you need it?! I do think it's kind of funny that it's gently kneading the floor by my feet and purring like a cat. Maybe I have an otherworldly crushee that wants to be a cat. :)
edit: it (Imp, perhaps?) has now come up to the chair- first to my left side, and I literally shooed it. Stan's not around, so I'm doing to see if it tries to knead my lap. This is so bizarre.
This morning I sat closer in on my chair when I felt two fingers tap (2nd finger, 3rd finger, 2nd, 3rd) on the cushion behind me. I freaked. And more so when I ignored the tap and out of the corner of my eye saw something orange-ish wrapping lightning-fast toward my stomach. I told Julia about it, but she really didn't believe me. Hallucinations can indeed be a symptom of alcohol detox, after all, and I've had 4 1/2 hours of sleep. She said to ignore it.
I had a doctor's appointment this morning and while walking to the bus, I thought, "How do you deal with fear? You embrace it." So I made my plans on the bus and actually realized I was pissed off, and would go into the middle of my room and tell it to "fucking go somewhere else." While at my appointment both my physician and the mental health person who was called to see me after I told them about it clearly felt it was a hallucination.
Well… by the time I got home later today I, too, was convinced it was a hallucination and told my brain to do something better. By then I'd been sober 84 hours and there's no way I'm still detoxing. Well, I got my fabulous high-speed internet and later sat down with some celebratory cookie dough to eat with a spoon. It moved the spoon a little bit, as well as part of the wrapper. The thing is still here. It made little creeping motions on my cardigan and jeans, and a kind of light buzzing on my skin, though that's not a superb description. The cord to my headphones seems to be a particularly fun thing for it to play with, though it doesn't make big motions, just small ones. But it also is making the lamp cord move a little bit, and the psychological part caught me a couple times when I turned to look at the blanket and when my blinds caught my eye. And it can change the temperature— unfortunately, to cold. I breathed hotly at it and have spent a goodly amount of time telling it to go the fuck away because it's annoying. But I'm not frightened anymore; I'm kind of fascinated, in a way. I washed dishes in the kitchen and it made faint cat noises when there were none. I checked several times, trust me. And now I've discovered it can make Sam the cat's purring sound, which I find offensive. It's imitating him! I mean, the sound was loud enough that I looked immediately at my bed and expected to find him there, but the bed was empty.
Any advice as how to eradicate this tee-tiny… entity? singularity? I'm going to do some online research. I'm ANNOYED. Especially since Julia just came home and she can't hear it nor see the cord movements. She says she only has good energy around her- I suppose implying that I have other. :P Or maybe I'm just sensitive.
Where's a Ghostbusters icon when you need it?! I do think it's kind of funny that it's gently kneading the floor by my feet and purring like a cat. Maybe I have an otherworldly crushee that wants to be a cat. :)
edit: it (Imp, perhaps?) has now come up to the chair- first to my left side, and I literally shooed it. Stan's not around, so I'm doing to see if it tries to knead my lap. This is so bizarre.
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Date: 2011-11-04 04:12 pm (UTC)And BTW, I don't comment at your journal very often, but your silverwork is exquisite. Wish I could buy some, and hope to in the future. ♥