So, this isn't really anything big. I just had a really odd experience recently and it dosent really have context that i could tell it to anyone but i wanted to share it because it was so odd and novel. So, yeah. I'm gonna write it out here then.
Anyways, I had just been up for around 30 hours this friday. I woke up at 6, classes till 3, exam at 4 - 6, work 7 - 3 AM, chem homework and essay till 8ish, submitted things for scholarships n stuff to meet deadlines until like, 11. Went home and finally went to sleep. Slept ~6 hours, woke up and made food, went back to bed, slept around another 4 hours.
I don't know if any of that is connected, but thats the context in which it happened.
Anyways, at the end of that 4 hours I started awake. I wasn't scared, I hadn't been having a nightmare or anything, ((I actualy remember distinctly what I had been dreaming about)) but my heart was beating like crazy. I got my bearings after a second, but i still had sleep paralysis so i couldn't move except my eyes. I first I was calm, but then i got really scared because i could hear really heavy ragged breathing, and i thought that someone else was in my apartment with me. (I live alone) I kept trying to roll my head over and look into the room, but i couldn't from the sleep paralysis. Then, after another second i realised that it was MY breathing. I took a deep breath, and it felt like i was matching my breathing to the pace of the breathing i could hear, and then i managed to bring it back down to a normal pattern. My heart rate went back down, and after a few minutes, the sleep paralysis went away and I got up. I checked the locks on my door and found my keys where i had left them, because the feeling that something was in my apartment was so strong that it had stuck with me, and despite rationalization i had to reassure my subconscious fears. Anyways, thats it. I splashed some water on my face, went to campus, and now i'm posting this from the library.
I wanted to share this because, one; writing it out helps me analyse what happened, and two; It was an incredibly novel experience. It was, at the same time both very concrete and visceral in the burst of emotion and fear, yet at the same time very abstract in my dissonance from my actual action, and my immobilisation which removed me to some degree from the events. I feel like this is the kind of thing that ghost stories come from. Also, i'm a little concerned as to why this happened. Why would my body suddenly freak out like that? What would have precipitated that?
Anyways, I wrote it all out now, so i feel a little better. I guess im gonna post it too, since it's already all written. May as well.