Last night was my most memorable sleep paralysis incident.
I woke up and couldn’t move. My eyes were not fully open. I felt like I was still half asleep.
To my left was a big man kind of like a homeless man with ten layers of clothing. My eyes adjusted slightly and the man turned back into the clothes I hung on the closet door.
Everything had a haze around it. It was like the room was getting ready to burn.
I tried to yell. Nothing came out, except a quiet yelp.
I was a little scared, but I also knew what was happening. In between attempts to yell I reassured myself this was just sleep paralysis.
Like waking up from a lucid dream, I tried snapping myself out of the dream state. After a few tries it worked and I was in control of my body again.