Last night, I stayed at my parents' house because doomsey had to make a business trip to Austin. When I woke up this morning, I had one of those unsettling hag dreams. I saw a man with sandy hair (that was starting to turn white) at the bottom corner of my bed. He was alternately staring at me and staring at my parents' antique clock on the mantelpiece. He looked like he was about forty years old, and he glowed a bit. He lit up the room almost like a night-light. It wasn't really menacing in any way. It was just unsettling that he was there, and well, glowing like a ghost or something. At any rate, I tried to say "get lost," but couldn't speak at all. I just came out as a mumble. I also wanted to sit up and grab my glasses to get a better look at the dude who was staring at me, but no dice. I was completely paralyzed. It felt like I spent a minute to a minute and a half like that. Then, I heard my dad's voice say, "You were doing okay yesterday. What's the matter?" That's when I freaked because I thought there was something very wrong with me (like someone was trying to wake me up and I wasn't responding). That's when I really started to struggle. Around that time, I also noticed that I was having a hard time breathing. Then, in a flash, the guy was gone and it was light outside. Weird. Needless to say, I was up for good after that.

I don't think I've ever had a hag dream that was that vivid before. At the same time, it was a "lucid dream" in that I knew what was happening to me and that there probably wasn't some creepy dude standing at the foot of my bed. This may sound paranoid, but I'm wondering if I have something neurologically wrong with me.

[Edit: Huh...apparently the falling sensation I sometimes get before drifting off to sleep is also a type of sleep paralysis. And I've been having those since I was a kid...]