I live in Rural SD, this land and place seen it's fair share in Killings and Massacres of the Indigenous population. Not that it's related but that I know for sure that "something" is with us, whether it be strange or coincidental it's just to strange to ignore. I been close to death several times. Suicide and intentional self harming a while back (year or so) my mind has accepted that we are infinite energy however my Depressive realism gave me no outlets on reality as my self medication and self centering proved insufficient to prioritize my well being mentally as I became stoic with life. I am 24 Native American, from the Sioux tribe. I lived here all my life. However there is one thing for sure I believe in, and that's the unknown, nobody knows what it would be, but I have experience with communicating with certain "demons" when I have sleep paralysis. Each varies however, one strange occurrence happened last winter, I was thrown in jail after a night in drinking told to sleep it off. So I did when I woke up the next morning, I was waiting to be released, I went and laid down on my Jail Mat and try and sleep to pass the time, I been the only one in that cell for the whole night, and I was sleeping near the wall. But I could remember this conversation I had with this "being" while I was in there, like I never knew if I was talking for real or not, if my lips were moving i couldn't feel it. This voice from behind just spoke, it sounded like a guy "They're bringing another one in"-unknown voice "Bringing who in?" I replied "who are you" "Sshhh you can hear them can you?" The voice said I listened for a bit then its like i could hear things like Car tires coming to a stop, engine running, open door beeping, feet shuffling, keys jingling, voices of people talking, laughing. Doors opening a closing It went on for a couple minutes until the voice came back. "He's young and he seems drunk they're bringing him here" the voice spoke I soon felt the energy or something but his image appeared in my brain like I was feeling what he looked like in my head and I wasn't even trying to picture it. Soon a door opened on the other side of the room I could move again but my body felt weak like it was a bag of sand soon the jailor opened the door and in came a young guy drunk to the bone, the jailor told me to give him a bed to sleep on The scary part is he looked exactly how my head pictured him to be. The voice was gone and I couldn't hear that very good all the noises that sounded so close to my ears. The doors were thick and even if the car engine was loud the garage for the jail was near the side, nowhere near me, only one door and they were pretty thick doors sound couldn't be that Loud outside the thick door Similar things happened where I talk to these things and they talk about with full conversation. Some are good others not much... I have a couple more experiences Did anyone have something else similar happen?