The TERRIFYING Sleeping Disorder That Inspired A Nightmare On Elm Street

I grew up on Elm Street in Tampa, Florida, until I was 19 years old.
Our street was a favorite for trick or treaters. Everybody doctored up their houses for Halloween.
I always thought it was a lot of fun.

We actually had one house on the street that looked like the Elm Street house in the very first movie. Shutters and all.

Thank you for this history; it's a complicated, convoluted world for immigrants to try and find a home in a foreign land – in which people are often overwhelmed with refugees and defensive against more arriving…

No it wasn't a nerve agent… Did effect people's nervous systems though.

Stage 1 sleep is paralysis, becoming conscious before your body is ready causes this. Once your brain realizes the disconnection, u regain motor function. Its more like a brain oopsy my bad

Yh I used to have sleep paralysis where I would be lying in my bed my tv would be on it would be in 1st person but also had a perception of 3rd person and then this thing would start climbing through my window it’s long claws first, then red eyes and more of it and it was pure black monster thing, it was mad cause I knew I was asleep but cause I was saying to myself move and wake up properly and nothing would happen and that was terrifying 😮

I have intense nightmares. In my dreams I feel everything, can smell everything, and have had dreams last decades. My nightmares are typically silent Hill and blood born level of horror. I'm not allowed to wake up until I'm killed. I'm honestly surprised I didn't die of a heart attack in my sleep.

Fascinating

Joe, you talk way too fast, almost in a slippery mumble!!! Your content is, however, fascinating, esp. on second listen….

I struggled with sleep paralysis in my 20' s (I'm 60)
. It is the most horrifying condition, not only the actual not being able to awaken, there were times when I felt an evil apparition in my room. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. And then it stopped and I haven't had it since. (thank God).

btw in Indonesia sleep paralysis is known as reprepan. the sleep demon here is mostly local ghost like kuntilanak, pocong and more.

First time I experienced sleep paralysis I was able to watch most of a movie that was on tv. It was kind of cool.

The second time was absolutely horrific and traumatizing. It’s a mixed bag.

Sounds like they just had anxiety

My grandfather either fought in WW2 or Vietnam, i can't remember, but my grandmother and him spent years battling the US government trying to get compensation for his chronic health issues. In the end they got it, but he (possibly intentionally) died when I was in preschool, he was unable to eat sugar and had eaten a large bag of candy while my grandmother went out to smoke. She came back in to grab a cup of joe and noticed he was napping, she left him to sleep and went back outside to smoke. By the time she came back in his heart had stopped, she pulled him out of his wheelchair (which was a FEAT, my grandmother is like 100 pounds and 5 feet tall, I'm unsure how tall my grandfather was but he wasn't super heavy.) and started doing CPR while on the phone with 911, I believe he planned this because they had a firefighter neighbor and nurse neighbor who had both moved out within the prior months of this. The way my grandmother explained this voided the intentions behind him doing this, but I don't believe he did it out of a want for candy. I believe he killed himself because he felt like a burden to my grandmother. She's 67 currently, he died when I was in preschool (2012, I'm 15 now. and yes people born in 09' are 15 now.). I still remember being pulled out of class and my dad gave me a black dress and we went to his funeral, that was the same day my mom kicked my dad out of the house and brought her boyfriend in, which, wtf yikes mom!

He had to be on oxygen because the chemicals ruined his lungs and was wheelchair bound the entire time I knew him, which was brief. We went to Brunswick Bowling in AZ once and he used a cane iirc, but I was very little.

I'll occasionally wake up from a 'bad dream' and just sit there, unmoving. Whether it's my brain being too fucking annoyed ™ or some weird form of post-sleep-paralysis, it's very odd. I've always had frequent nightmares, but I've never woken up screaming or crying. (At least since I can remember, although there was this one time I woke up on the couch and the little mermaid was playing and I started bawling for absolutely no reason.) I've had this really specific dream stuck in my head since I was probably 4, during my parents pre-divorce-separation phase my mom was sleeping in the upstairs guest bedroom, my dad my brother and me were all sleeping on the carpet just under the stairs and I had a very vivid dream of giant bees squeezing underneath the front door (Like, human sized bees, a massive cloud of them too.) and flying past us and up the stairs to my mom's room, my vision followed the bees until they got to her door, of which they squeezed under, my vision cut into the room and it was impossible to see but it was very implied that they killed her. I woke up at dawn and looked around, I never told anyone about that. It was during a time of which I held a lot of anger towards her. I think the dream was inspired by the time I went to the park with my dad and brother and there was a swarm of bees hiding behind a cloud, the cloud moved and the bees started flying towards us so my dad grabbed us both and we went home. My brother claimed that I wasn't there when I brought it up a few years ago, which was debunked by my father lmao, idk why my brother lied about that.

Btw, most of my memories are from when I was very young, I have a few BIG MEMORIES ™ from ages 6-10 but they are far and few between. Then I have memories from 10-11, no memories really from 11-14. Why my memory is like this, I have no fucking clue!

Man the US government sucks… Easily one of the most evil.

I saw a mouthless, Golden-Eyed demon-gargoyle thing when I lived alone in this small town in Maine. I could hear deep thrumming in my ears as I watched it enter my room, I was completely immobile and I remember wanting to scream and not being able to. Almost 10 years later I men someone else who's sister was experiencing bouts of sleep paralysis very similar to what I felt. When I told him about what I saw and the "Golden-Eyed Demon" his expression changed and he told me HIS SISTER SAW THE SAME THING. Did I mention they live in the same town that I lived in when I experienced the nightmares?
To this day it evades simple explanation and I can still see the demon if I try to picture it. This was an eerie video.

My mom had drinks with Robert England in Laguna Beach. He’s a really cool guy!

Sounds more like it was poison. People knew about the myth of it and decided to take the opportunity