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Old Hag

2017-03-15 23:51:52 | 雑感

I had a bad dream.  A strange dream.  I was taking a nap on the sofa in the living room after supper, my arms crossed over my chest and with a cushion under my head for a pillow.  My 14-year-old son was nearby, sitting at a table and doing something on a notebook computer, as he often does these days.

In the dream, I was in my hometown, standing in the tatami-mat living room of my house of birth, with my big sister sitting some distance behind me.  I was looking out the window onto a small patch of rice field, where I used to play as a child, playing tag with the neighborhood kids, or building a snow man and a snow dome in the winter.

The window had a thin curtain that allowed me to see through.  Suddenly, I realized that someone, a man, was standing right in front of me, looking into our house.  “Whoa!  What the f...!”  I took a step back, and somehow aimed a water pistol at the shadow of a man, and yelled at him, “Kora! (Hey!)”  Bursts of water hit the guy, and the shadow slowly moved to the right and got out of the corner of the window.

“That’s why you have to lock the window,” I said, to whom I wasn’t sure.  I slid the window shut, and turned the lock on (This, as I realized after the dream, apparently reflected a TV program about a house burglar we had watched at supper table.)  Then, I noticed there was another figure having a peek into the house, standing half-hidden at the left edge of the window.  I was taken aback, and by this time I was half-awake, and knew I was having a dream, that my son was there, and that I was lying on the sofa with my arms crossed.

I wanted to do something, but I couldn’t move my arms.  Someone was holding them down.  I tried very hard to loosen my arms, but they won’t move a bit.  I called out my son’s name loudly, over and over, only to no avail.  I knew he couldn’t hear; that he was aware of my having a bad dream, and being scared of my groaning.

Knowing this was all a bad dream, I was thinking, (Is it because I got old?  Is this how I lose control over my own body and eventually die?)

The situation continued for what felt like several minutes, and I finally woke up, the images and the sense of inability to move still vivid in my mind.  I recounted the dream to my son, who said he did hear me groan several times quite loudly, and that he was indeed scared.  I wrote down the dream on a Post-it.

It was a very strange experience, and this must be what they call “kanashibari”, or the old hag syndrome.  This was the very first time I had experienced it in my life.  And I can tell a couple of reasons for it.  First, I was lying face up, with my arms tightly crossed over my chest.  Second, I was under the stress of having to meet a deadline the next day, and knew I shouldn’t be sleeping and should be working instead.  Out of body experiences must also be something like this, only they are a more heightened, intense version.

This wasn’t such a scary thing, although it may have been if I had seen the face of an old woman or something.  I would rather have it again just so I can explore the potential of human experience; hopefully, not alone.

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