Now this one is utterly weird. Scary, too.
I had heard of it happening when very pissed – but honestly, I can’t remember anything like it happening to me before.
Last night, drifting off to sleep, I am in that pleasant half way state between awake and comatose, when I start to feel slightly woozy. A little like I felt earlier this year as the anaesthetic started to take effect, in the seconds before I passed out.
I started: tried to lift myself up; and couldn’t. There was a sense of an arm holding me tightly around my chest: a hand covering my mouth. The taste of something chemical.
An image – Lord knows where this came from – of my trying to get on a bus. Struggling…and feeling myself pulled back.
Like I said. Weird and scary. Moments later, the sense was gone. I was fully awake and scared enough to turn my light on, pace the house for a fw minutes. No phantom prowlers. Nothing.
Any theories (apart from too much cheese?).