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Let me give you my run down.. ive had this happen all my life until i married my wife..
I would wake up at different times.. as soon as i came "aware" it was like a mild eletric shock went through me.. best way i can describe it..
but here it differs.. I had this feeling of utter horror.. I mean if i could have wet the bed i would have and this was all the way up to age of 23....
I would just lay in the bed with my eyes closed trying to pretend i was asleep.. .. you can kiss my ass every last scientist that tells me this is not right..
I know something was in the room with me.. I would try to breath and it was hard to do....
one morning i woke up to this and i swear to the almighty.. that i kicked it into my subconscious(spelling) and walked to my parents room and fell on to thier bed stiff.. my dad said my legs were sticking straight out and that i was on my back.. he thought i was dead ..
and this would last for over 5 min.. weird.. still creeps me out..
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