TL;DR: I think I have a succubus.
I tend to dream a lot more the night after drinking heavily. I rarely have nightmares, however.
For a long time, I had a woman in my room with me all the time. At first, it was terrifying. "Waking up" in the middle of the night to a woman standing by your bed that you don't recognize is horrifying, and I would react as such. Scream, kick, wake up... my ex girlfriend usually sitting up next to me wide-eyed and afraid. It was incredibly confusing.
I kept seeing her though... it got to the point were it was a regular occurrence. Every other night, there she would be. Standing sometimes next to me, standing in the dark corner of the room, laying across the bookshelf, or on top of it, laying seductively with her feet kicking behind her, on her belly, and looking at me with one hand holding up her head, as though studying me.
I say seductively because she was, and is (I've seen her lately, just nowhere near as regularly) a very good-looking woman. Definitely in her 20's, with long, black, flowing hair. A tight body, usually bare, and if not only clothed by flimsy strips of cloth or a dark bra and panties. She's always looking at me. Studying me. As though fighting her own desire to get in bed with me.
Lately, I've invited her into bed. But she never budges. I've talked to her, "hey, there you are... why don't you say anything to me?"
"Hey there beautiful. Have you been here all this time? Where are you when I'm awake?"
"Hi again. Come to bed. Lay with me."
I remember saying all of those vividly. I can hear myself saying them. And the most incredible part is that I don't "wake up" again from these episodes. She simply fades away from my vision slowly but surely. It's gotten to the point where, when she starts disappearing, I get up out of bed and walk over to her quickly, beckoning her, pleading, almost... for her not to leave. In her wake, she always leaves a warm presence.
I don't get a bad vibe from her. In fact, I get a sexual / playful / friendly aura from her, emphasis on the sexual. I think / hope that it could be a lighter version of a succubus...but I don't really believe in that stuff all too much. I'm just not sure, I guess.
Only once did she ever lash out at me, and that was one of the first times that I ever saw her. I woke up suddenly to a feeling of dread all around me. My bed was cold, ice cold, and Gabby (my ex ex) was not in bed. The spot where she would be laying was neatly made, almost as though she had never been in bed with me at all. In her place, however, was a dark pool of blood. It smelled like blood, at least. I was facing her direction and unable to move at all. I could only look around...and as my eyes darted in sheer panic about the room, I caught a glimpse of something standing on the corner of the bed.
It was her.
I started stammering, thinking "Gabby is hurt...she's standing there." I started to speak.
"G...Ga...Gabby. Bed...come to bed. You're hurt. Gabby."
I remember those words exactly because the moment I said the last "Gabby", she instantly appeared over the pool of blood, laying down where Gabby was, looking at me dead in the eyes with the most horrific stare I've ever encountered. It was one of pure hatred, of pure fear, of just...death. And she yelled, "I'M NOT FUCKING GABBY."
The moment she yelled I pushed away from her and fell to the floor.
I had pushed Gabby away from me, and she sat up and turned on the light and asked me what was wrong. Why had I pushed her? Why had I yelled that I wasn't fucking her?
I...I don't know. It was incredibly strange and to even write it out sends chills down my spine.
Jealousy? Now that Gabby is gone, she's softened up and tries to seduce me.
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