Uhh... Not to derail the topic or anything, but...
Thrown off your bed?!
I'm no stranger to drugs, myself. Or feelings brought on by demons but that?
I'd like to hear that story.
I'm not proud of this time in my life.
Years ago during Songkran (Thai pagan water festival), I was deep into drug and alcohol binging and revelry at and around Bangla Road, Phuket. Daily blackout excursions to clubs and gogos. Hanging out at hooker and ladyboy bars (My old friend was into trans men, not me).
I was having horrible nightmares and sleep paralysis every night. Strange 'poltergeist' activity also. Keep in mind that the things I'm about to describe did not happen when I was blacked out but after, that's why I can remember them. They happened when I was coming down/withdrawing from the booze and pills.
One night I experienced a total mental breakdown, completely convinced that I was being watched/mocked by some type of entity/presence. Was it the government? Were their cameras in my room? I was tearing open the ceiling and the moldings from the walls and crying hysterically. My friend thought I was a schizo (He had just finished medical school to become a psychiatrist). I'm not though. I don't have any mental disorders that would cause this to happen.
So on one of these nights in our hellhole brothel of a hotel, amongst the screeching of cracked out Thai succubi of the night arguing with their johns and slamming doors, I suffered this referred to 'sleep paralysis' episode.
Lying there in the dark in my pagan upholstered room, unable to move, feeling like I was suffocating, I heard growling, and hovering over me was some type of horrifying 'monster'. As this was happening I was suddenly jolted off the bed. Like I was electrocuted. I felt like something literally threw me off onto the floor. I was really truly physically on the floor after this. This wasn't purely nonphysical.
I finally snapped out of the paralysis and realized I was being attacked by a demon. It started to click that this must be what was happening and being surrounded by nasty sinful behavior was opening occultic doors. I was pretty shooken up by it and told my friend the next day.
This experience was real. It was a psychic phenomenon for the most part. I'm sure if you were in the room you wouldn't have seen anything other than me flopping off the bed. Maybe it would have just appeared as if I rolled off the bed. I don't know. It didn't feel that way.
Calling it a 'hallucination' doesn't change the fact that it happened. Up to you whether or not you accept my story. Sure we could say it was drug induced. But drugs in my opinion are just opening doors to realms that are already there, hidden with a thin veil.
It's safe to say the Songkran festivities of sharing/spraying water did nothing to wash me clean of evil spirits. I was sloshing in Satanism.