Hundreds of demonic faces flying at me from the dark and shrill, spine-tingling laughter
Type of Spiritual Experience
Insects usually signify pharmaceutical poisoning but these are not insects, they are 'demons'. They may indeed be demons, and they are aggressive and vicious, but an alternative is that they are the spirit beings of something she has eaten, caught or taken - and it is doing her no good at all.
It could be artificial colourings, or artificial sweeteners, or even insecticides on food.
A description of the experience
I've had this problem for as long as I can remember. I remember it had started off as just normal childhood fears (such as the boogeyman opening the closet or shaking your bed underneath). But the older I got the worse it got.
At about age 13, I would see hundreds of demonic faces flying at me from the dark. When I would open my eyes, they would be connected to bodily figures as they continued to fly at me. Only this time they would be joined by shrill, spine-tingling laughter. I could feel them smacking through me with warm thuds of air.
For a couple years I dealt with it, scared to fall asleep, until I decided it was time for me to sleep with a light and music of some sort. It calmed down until I reached 19 when I was living with my fiance.
We were sleeping in his room (at the time it was in a basement at his grandparents' house). I rolled over to cuddle into his chest as he held me and kissed him on the cheek and the minute I did I could feel him start to shake. At first I thought he was having some sort of seizure, but when I looked at his face his entire head was shaking violently as if being possessed in some sort of horror movie. When he finally stopped he was staring at me with a sort of zombified stare. And right then his face seemed to disfigure into this decaying skull. I was up against the wall trying to scream, but I was like a mute. I finally came out of it when I felt the decaying man slap me with his cold, hard hands.
I didn't realize I had woken my fiance up practically beating him. He had gotten bruises from me kicking and punching him. Trying to explain that experience to him only made me feel like more of a freak. I felt like I was psychotic, or worse, schizo. I still get them every now and again, but I haven't had anything as bad as I did that night, and I'm definitely not missing it.
I'm glad I found this article because it's nice to know that other people have hallucinations like this as they go to sleep.