I had a major episode of Sleep Paralysis last night and, unusually, it scared the b'jesus out of me. I couldn't control the fear well enough to rationalise what was going on. I even had some visual hallucinations. My dressing-gown, which was hanging up on the door, started waving it's arms about and I could see the shadows of little tiny, er, goblin type things scuttling around the floor. Anyway, the point of this post is this: When I get Sleep Paralysis this bad, which is quite rare nowadays, I whip myself into a rage and silently scream into the darkness, daring and cajoling the SP to do it's worst, as I did last night. Now, I wonder why I'm not so brave when it comes to panic attacks? When they strike, which is very rare too, thankfully, I just writhe around in despair and behave much like a frightened little boy. I don't understand it. Over the years I've got used to Sleep Paralysis, but I just can't get used to panic attacks. Each one feels worse than the last.