You became the first place I go to if I need any advice or if I feel something is wrong. Your opinions always helped me, they opened all kinds of doors that made things clearer for me. I am sorry if I post a lot or if some of my experiences are not so "out-of-the-norm", but I feel the need to discuss those matters with someone, and what better choice do I have than you, always understanding and supporting.
Last night, I had a strange feeling. Sometimes, I know when a SP episode is going to hit me. I knew this time too. I was laying in bed, watching something on my laptop, not wanting to fall asleep even though I was completely exhausted. I don't know when exactly I fell asleep, the last time I checked my clock it was 2:05 A.M.
I was dreaming of a friend's house. The house was not in its normal place. She sold it and we were there to clean it. We went from room to room, cleaning everything. I entered her bedroom. Everything dark, it had a little dirty bed, with its sheets torn apart. Near the bed was a stove, a big one, it went through the ceiling. It was covered by a curtain that was dirty and burned. Everything was so strange there.
I started cleaning and I suddenly saw what semmed to me an old rag. I picked it up and it was full of flies. I tried to get my arm off the window, to shake it. I wasn't able to do so. My hand stayed inside the room and it started shaking uncontrollabe, making all those insects fly inside. I then felt embraced from behind and something was shaking me.
I somehow felt transported from my dream into my bed. I was still shaking, it was like convulsions. I tried to open my eyes. I felt the pressure I put on them, I felt my eyelids, but I couldn't control them. Suddenly, the shaking stopped and I felt a hand on my left cheek, lifting me up from my pillow just like in the last such encounter I wrote on YGS. I felt a face in front of mine, I think I could open my eyes at that point, but I didn't want to. Suddenly, I had a thought, 'What if I continue to act like I'm still sleeping?'. I didn't oppose, I just layed there as I was being held. I let out a sigh.
I felt myself being put again on my pillow, slowly, and suddenly, I didn't feel anyone in my vicinity anymore. I opened my eyes, everything was fine. I checked the clock and it was 2:38 A.M.
I tried to blame this incident on my sleep disturbances, but I can't quite do it. I mean, it is the second episode in which I feel physical contact, in which I dream or see something strange and I feel like I am powerless, like I am in the hands of someone else. I know for sure I wasn't sleeping anymore, I know for sure that I was awake, trying so hard to open my eyes.
What do you think?