Since I'm sh*t outta luck in terms of stuff to do today, I'll join in on another one of these threads.
It's a known fact amongst my friends and amongst my YouTube viewers (see
Dust Ep. 6) that I have one major fear along with a few minor ones.
I am acrophobic. This means that I have the actual fear of heights. While I do not experience vertigo at large heights (as far as I know), I easily panic when brought to tall heights in unfamiliar ground. This can include simple things like a second floor to a mall or large scale heights like the top of a tower. When subjected to said conditions, I am known to panic and easily break down. This does also include being subjected to the conditions of falling or being unnaturally raised in height. Escalators freak me out!
While I cannot distinctly remember why or when I became acrophobic, I do know that a case of unintentional WILD (Wake Induced Lucid Dreaming) I had in 2009 may have spurred my acrophobia. An incident in which I accidentally started to lucid dream one evening while I was sick. I was resting in an old bed of mine, hoping my illness would go away, when I suddenly began to feel my body getting lighter. Shortly after noticing this, I then saw my body begin to float outside of my control. As I saw my body float, I began to rise up off my bed's mattress and into the air. I became scared. Very scared. Before long, I began to panic. Fortunately, my mother was home at the time and she snapped me out of my dream. And to be frank, I don't know what I would have done if no-one was present during then.
For the following hours after the event, including the next day, I was scared to not only fall asleep (which is extremely bizarre considering my general sleepiness and affinity towards dreams) but I was also scared to spread out my arms in any manner. I thought that if I were to open my arms in any way that I would once again begin to fly. It was horrible. So much so that my parents believed that my new self-hugging behaviour was illness-induced and not fear related. This meant that I had to stay at home for another day without even needing it. Unfortunately, due to my extreme paranoia and fear, I was incapable of telling my parents about it. To this day, none of my parents know about that dream and as to why I was acting the way I was. Then again, it was 5 years ago. I doubt they'd be interested in an old tale like that.
It's extremely remarkable when you think about it. I, TRXD, a lover and aspiring connoisseur of dreams can be easily crippled by the very thing that I admire. And to be honest, that isn't the only instance of it occurring...