I was lying in my bed, as I would do if I was sleeping. In the exact same position that I was probably in at that moment.
I could see my bookshelf, my window, my lamp, my feet.
An invisible force pressed me to the bed. My ankles. My mouth. My stomach.
I couldn't move. I knew that if I tried to scream, nothing would come out.
I continued to lay in the dark in terror.
What is this?
My mind was awake, but my body was still in a peaceful state of slumber. Trapped in myself.
When I woke up, the memory of the dream soon seeped back into my woozy train of thought. Could it have been real?
Of course not.