Dale Bailey | Sleep Paralysis

I am subject to dreams, especially one of a curious type in which I wake on my back, unable to move, my arms pinned to my side, my legs straight. My paralysis is complete, and a thick darkness pervades my bedchamber, a darkness of an almost viscous weight, so that I can feel it pressing upon my face and bearing down against the bedclothes. And there is something else, as well: a sense of obscure doom falls upon me. | Copyright 2014 by Dale Bailey. Narrated by Paul Boehmer. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices