I wake up, tensed, heavy. I try to move but realize I can’t and an intense anxiety begins to flood in. “What do I do? do I try to call for help? why is this happening?” All these thoughts are racing through my brain. My eyes start to search the room as they are the only things that can move. They wander throughout my dark room, I have a feeling someone is watching me in this incapacitated state. My eyes start to make out a figure in the dark, a silhouette seems like a man. This man’s figure starts to morph. It twists and stretches towards me. My brain yells “stop, stOP, STOP” and all of a sudden I jerk forward. The episode is over and the man is gone. That feeling of no control lasted too long , I hope to never go through this again.