When I sleep, my brain takes over the body of a tiger.

How do I stop this?<br><br>I’ve tried marijuana, Ambien, NyQuil. Nothing helps.<br><br>I never thought I’d say this about myself, but I’m such an idiot. I was on the internet one night browsing for God knows what when I saw an ad, something along the lines of “SLEEP THROUGH THE EYES OF A TIGER”. <br><br>I thought, “Why not?” I ordered the tape and it showed up a few days later. The lady at the post office asked me what was in the envelope, I showed her the tape, and she laughed and shook her head. <br><br>The instructions on the tape were simple: every night, fall asleep with the tape playing. The tape is guided by a man with an Indian accent, and he says a lot of things like “Imagine yourself in a forest, surrounded by trees,” and “Think about your brain, and imagine it leaving your body.” Then, at one point, he says, “You are a tiger.”<br><br>I fell asleep not long after that, and that’s when I became a tiger. I woke up the next morning, completely unaware of what had happened the night before, and then I saw the poachers. <br><br>I always thought of poachers as people who capture animals in the wild, but these guys were just regular old hunters. They had shotguns, and two of them had dogs. I was on my back on the forest floor, and my arms were out to the sides. Somehow, I knew this wasn’t my body. I looked down at it and I saw orange fur, and my hands were paws.<br><br>I tried to maul the men, but my body wouldn’t react. I could feel the pain of the bullets hitting my tiger body, and everything went black. <br><br>I woke up in my bed. I immediately replayed the events from the previous night in my head, and I knew that it wasn’t a dream. I tried to think back to right before I fell asleep, to the tape. Did I imagine myself as a tiger? Did I think about my brain leaving my body? I don’t know. <br><br>That night, I tried to sleep without the tape, but I couldn’t. <br><br>I fell asleep to the tape, and I found myself in the forest again. I was on the run from the hunters, and I remember the feeling of running so vividly. I was on four legs instead of two. My legs were the strength of my body, not my arms. My hands were claws, and my mouth was teeth. I didn’t want to run from the hunters, I wanted to fight, to kill them. But I was weak. I was so weak, and they were getting closer. I could smell the dogs. I could hear their barking, I could hear them getting closer. <br><br>I woke up in my bed, thinking that I’d been killed again. But something was different. I felt stronger. I didn’t know why, but I could’ve sworn that I was stronger. I had the urge to lift something heavy, to test myself. I felt a little crazy, but I had to know. I’ve got a medicine ball in my apartment that I haven’t used in years. I went to the closet where I keep it and picked it up. It was about half my weight, and I easily held it against my chest. I took one more test, one that I shouldn’t have done. <br><br>I lifted my bed. I had an empty suitcase on top of it, and a picture of my parents on the wall leaned against it. I lifted the bed, and all of the items on it, above my head for about ten seconds. My first instinct was to throw the bed at the wall. It would be funny to see it smash against the wall with the suitcase and picture frame on it. But I didn’t want to clean up the mess, so I put the bed down and sat on it. <br><br>I sat on my bed for a long time, thinking about what had happened. I was a tiger, I was a strong tiger, and I was sleeping through its eyes every night. <br><br>This was only two nights ago. I haven’t slept since. I’m not a drug addict, but I’ve got some drugs. I’m high as balls right now, and I’m trying to fight the sleep with everything I have. <br><br>I don’t want to be a tiger anymore.