it probably started when I was around 5 or 6 years old. I remember having dreams of being in total darkness, pressed into a corner, and another "presence" pushing me, trying to smother me. Very claustrophobic feeling. Suffocating.
These dreams went on for years until one evening when my parents and I were in the living room watching a movie. I was about 12 years old. The movie was Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2.
I remember being overtaken immediately by a shadow leaping out of the tv. Impossibly fast. I blacked out. Later, I was told what I did. I don't have memory of any of this until the point I left my body...
I apparently stood up and screamed at the tv, top of my lungs, screaming in terror in the living room. Pointing, screaming, crying hysterically. My parents freaked, tried to calm me down, walked me around and towards the front door to get some air. Our family dog was outside the door and when I opened it I freaked again in terror. They slammed the door, mom was holding me, dad was circling the room in a panic. And then "I" was shoved out.
My consciousness and spirit was no longer in my own body. I remember this part plain as day. I was now floating above my own body, maybe 6 feet above, and there was a rope of light going from my chest down and connected to the back of my body as it stood being held by my mom in the hallway.
I stayed out of my body for only a few moments, maybe a minute, and then was slowly pulled back in and regained consciousness. Then it was all over. I calmed down almost immediately and didn't really understand what was going on or why I was crying. But the memory of that night has never left me, and it's only now that I understand what had happened.