{"id":1183,"date":"2015-06-30T00:28:58","date_gmt":"2015-06-29T22:28:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/catalinx.ro\/wordpress\/?p=1183"},"modified":"2015-06-30T08:14:26","modified_gmt":"2015-06-30T06:14:26","slug":"slaying-the-daemons-inside-the-hardware-glitch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/catalinx.ro\/wordpress\/?p=1183","title":{"rendered":"Slaying the daemons inside. The hardware glitch"},"content":{"rendered":"
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29.IX.2014.<\/strong> After\u00a0a\u00a0recurrence\u00a0of the glitch<\/em><\/p>\n

There have been years since it didn’t happen to me anymore.<\/p>\n

Alike Bruce Lee, I have my inner daemons to fight with . They’re not consuming me, \u00a0they’re not striving to get out at any time, most of the \u00a0people that know me have never seen them, but I carry them with me, as part of my inner core\u00a0 and from time to time they give me \u00a0boogie nights . Like last night.<\/p>\n

They will not die until I do. They’re a constant \u00a0reminder that nature is \u00a0not perfect but full of errors, unfinished matters, things that just work .And that is itself \u00a0a thing that makes me outrageously slap the shit out of \u00a0any \u00a0naive dreamer stating<\/span> that nature is perfect <\/em>and reminding<\/span>\u00a0<\/em>me about how\u00a0\u00a0 beautiful and well arranged it is in \u00a0its\u00a0complexity <\/em>. Well, how about the bugs , guys?\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Today we speak about a certain type of bugs that’s documented a bit , but because it has a rather rare occurrence there’s not so much written about it.<\/p>\n

This is Recurrent Isolated Sleep Paralysis , or Sleep Paralysis.\u00a0<\/a>\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0Or this\u00a0<\/a>. <\/strong>Or , if you understand nothing of science \u00a0, you may have an idea\u00a0\u00a0of Incubus\/ Succubus<\/a>\u00a0.<\/p>\n

It first occurred to me when I was \u00a0close to 14 years old.<\/p>\n

The story.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Back in the day , I was oscillating between \u00a0 sleeping \u00a0very little , like 3-4 \u00a0hours a night and having weeks when sleeping afternoons and full nights.<\/p>\n

I have found out later that this sort of sleep “schedule” can cause \u00a0 occurrences of \u00a0this issue.<\/p>\n

It happened \u00a0to me in an early morning . \u00a0I slept only few hours , while I had the clock setup to ring at , I believe it was 6:30. <\/p>\n

I woke up when it rang\u00a0\u00a0, but I was too tired and I went back for a 10 minutes nap. That clock was something alike \u00a0the one below . There was no snoozing option back then. You would have needed to \u00a0move the\u00a0trigger\u00a0and \u00a0to wind back the alarm for about 30 seconds , \u00a0but while this time you would sober up. So I didn’t know anybody , back then , who would snooze this way. \u00a0Hence , neither did I. In exchange , one would have relied on his own internal clock to snooze . And we all know how reliable that is. \u00a0These clocks have marked my childhood, \u00a0but about this another time.<\/p>\n

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\"\"<\/a>Nevertheless, I was, at the time , \u00a0and even much later in life able to sleep in frames of \u00a010-15 minutes.<\/p>\n

This is what I have tried in that unfortunate day. I needed to wake up at latest at 07:00, to quickly dress up and go to school, so that would have meant 3 more naps of 10 minutes each .<\/p>\n

Except that at the last nap I stalled between \u00a0being awake and \u00a0falling asleep. I knew all along that I was in bed , asleep, but I wasn’t actually\u00a0<\/strong>asleep . \u00a0I could partly see the clock and the minutes passing, but being unable to move any muscle , or to wake up. \u00a0I couldn’t call this sleep , because there was no rest involved , neither loss of conscience , nor dreaming. \u00a0I have only fought to wake up for \u00a040 minutes . \u00a0It was bloody hard to move the first finger , and although I would see the minutes passing by , the \u00a0perception was never of 40 minutes , but something like a couple of minutes , perhaps 5. \u00a0At the point I was able to move my finger \u00a0, I \u00a0got defreezed , I jumped straight on my feet and couldn’t believe that those minutes really passed that fast.<\/p>\n

And from that point on , it kept on recurring through all the\u00a0\u00a0highschool time . \u00a0I am not sure it was in any way related to the fact that I was \u00a0drinking , maybe \u00a0a bit \u00a0too much and I was smoking too back then. What is certainly , that during high school this would trigger only when I was oversleeping \u00a0in a period . And I did my best to avoid such times , by under sleeping. \u00a0Still , at list twice a year , I had to fight with it. The not so funny aspect was that if after such an episode \u00a0if I would immediately try to fall asleep again , say it would have been in the middle of the night , I would fall right back in that paralysis trap. That’s \u00a0at least annoying . \u00a0Nevermind the hallucinations with daemons riding me \u00a0and not allowing me to breath \u00a0( see Succubus\/ Incubus \u00a0marks above). Of Course they weren’t real, but imagine that \u00a0I had to figure out myself what’s the source of these \u00a0and there was no internet back then. Normally , one would be prone to fall into religion and think that these ought to be “real” daemons since there’s no \u00a0medical explanation at hand. But I always \u00a0searched for a scientific reason behind it , as I refused to believe that out of the blue some \u00a0daemon beamed up on top of myself and tried to strangle me.<\/p>\n

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I thought it’s maybe \u00a0some sort\u00a0of epilepsia, so I looked into this direction. \u00a0But I wasn’t fitting any symptoms .I am pretty , pretty sure that should I have gone to the doctor \u00a0with this I would have ended up in a mental hospital , especially given the fact that there’s such one in my village.<\/p>\n

One other reason that made me seek for medical , scientific explanation was that during\u00a0childhood I also experienced induced\/ sometimes self induced \u00a0syncope\u00a0 . \u00a0I know you may read and ask yourself like ” What the fuck is that ?” , or “What the fuck is wrong with you, mate ?” To explain what that is ? \u00a0You may try to catch with both hands \u00a0your both carotid arteries \u00a0and keep them\u00a0pressed . After a while you will loose \u00a0your consciousness<\/a> . Of course if you press it yourself it is difficult to \u00a0trigger it , because your hand becomes weak and you recover while you lose your capacity to press your arteries , but if someone else does it to you , \u00a0you fall down \u00a0within\u00a015 to\u00a040 seconds. \u00a0The experience is \u00a0mostly hallucinogenic \u00a0and in some \u00a0aspects interesting. Why did I do it ? Well, there weren’t too many drugs, or other substances to get wasted, available back then in a village , so we had to be inventive. End of digress.<\/p>\n

One time, during high-school, \u00a0I wanted to let go. \u00a0I was living at my aunt with a cousin . I believe we both came from some late drinking , or so , and we were both sleeping in same bed. \u00a0I woke up for \u00a0no reason in the middle of the night and when falling back asleep I felt it happening. I wanted to let it happen this time , to see where it goes\u00a0\u00a0if I don’t fight back. I don’t know how long it lasted this one.<\/p>\n

All I know is that I felt myself colder and colder. I could hear my heart beating slower and slower ( this could have been only a perception). I felt like falling, although I am pretty sure there was no falling involved , so it must have been a hallucination , then I started to hear some background noise \u00a0and I got scarred . However , at that point , I had some sort of feeling that I will not be able to reset myself. I don’t know why, but I felt too fuckin’ cold. There was no way I could move so I wanted to scream . To call my cousin. \u00a0 I didn’t call him , but I roared \u00a0something that he heard. \u00a0I heard him asking me if I am ok. I couldn’t say \u00a0that I am not , so I roared again something. Probably all I could do is to strongly breath like snoring , or apnea, or so.<\/p>\n

But he moved me, while pushing me and this was all I needed to reboot . \u00a0I don’t remember\u00a0\u00a0what I told him at that point. Don’t even know if he remembers even if he reads this, as\u00a0I am not sure \u00a0he reads English that well. Maybe. \u00a0But from that point on , I am leaving with the feeling that if I am not fighting when it happens , I will die.<\/p>\n

This night I was sleeping next to my child when it caught me . I am strong now. It only takes me few minutes to reset and I know how to fall back asleep without being trapped again . \u00a0But I wake up still scared. So , No! \u00a0nature is not perfect. Human nature …doesn’t even heading towards that direction. I just found a workaround.<\/p>\n

The reason I am writing this in English \u00a0is just to make it useful for more people. If you research this on the internet\u00a0\u00a0you find out that it’s not actually such a big deal . But hell it can be scary and misleading .
\nAnyhow, apparently, you don’t die from it, but with it. And there is no medication, but make sure you’re tired and not an insomniac so you can transition fast into the sleep state.
\nShorter the transition, less are the chances to be trapped in the process.
\nSex helps.
\nAnd for fuck sake the daemons you may see are only shadows of your imagination.<\/p>\n

Not publishing now . Collecting data.<\/p>\n

30.VI.2015<\/strong><\/p>\n

And it happened again .Damn. Wasn’t sleeping too much . Was not too tired. Don’t know what. Was a mild one , cause I caught it fast.<\/p>\n

Still scared. My world is not \u00a0dark. But my mind.<\/p>\n

Publishing it now , as I \u00a0forgot about it since too long. Just in case you wonder why the fuck am I \u00a0not sleeping at night like regular people.<\/p>\n

For me , seems not a bug anymore , but a feature… like any programmer would say.<\/p>\n

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