I awake to adorable back scratches of my one and only, extremely affectionate black cat named gypsy; yet although she usually "paws" me and "makes biscuits" of my flesh, it's odd that she's stroking in lonnnnng, rhythmic, human like motions and her claws feel very long, like Freddy Krueger, Edward Scissor Hands, perhaps even Wolverine. While unable to move yet, still stuck in the "just woke up" haze and pondering the purrs in my ear, kitty breath upon my neck, and this strange feeling cat back scratch, my cat, the one and only, jumps onto the bed in front of me, WHILE I STILL FEEL HER BEHIND ME STROKING MY SKIN; and I realize that I'm NOT "stuck in a haze" and that is NOT my cat behind me, but rather I am stuck in sleep paralysis and unable to move, talk, or even blink and my personal paralysis demon is taunting me, actually touching me, breathing down my neck, moving around on the bed...and who knows how long he'll stay this time....or what else he's going to do!

***This is a true story. The longer more detailed version and other episodes are way worse. And to anyone with sleep paralysis, I am so sorry if this was a trigger***