I awoke about half an hour after I had fallen asleep, and realised that I couldn't move any part of me, but I could see my bedroom. I was able to see my hands, but not able to move them. I was really panicked, and it felt like I was in this state for maybe fifteen minutes, but it's entirely possible that it was only one or two.
I can't adequately describe the fear to someone who has never experienced sleep paralysis, but it's this overwhelming, panicked dreading that something awful is about to happen, and no matter how many times it happens, it always scares the hell out of me.
The really bizarre part was that after a while, I guess I slipped into an actual dream, and all of a sudden I was in this strange room I'd never seen before. I thought, "Oh great, now something really scary is going to happen," and then this life-sized porcelain doll with freaky eyes appeared. I feel like it attacked me, but it may have just stood there being scary.
After this, I woke up fully, limbs and all. I had some milk and didn't want to go back to sleep because I was afraid it would happen again. I considered playing a Frasier DVD on my laptop next to my bed, and keeping my face pointed at it, because, I reasoned, nothing bad can happen when Frasier is playing. But then I grew fearful that I would see the screen and experience demonic Frasier hallucinations during sleep paralysis, which would freak me the fuck out, because a haunted TV that you can't turn off is seriously scary as hell. So I just dozed off again.
Sleep paralysis hit at least once more after this. It sucked again.
