It’s currently 3:15am, I’m writing this to take my mind off what just happened. I went bed around 1:20am. About 5 weeks ago I did weed for the last time. Due to the fact it gave me dpdr, completely diagnosed by a doctor, got medication and this week i’ve Felt notably different, better, normal even. I go to sleep with a dry mouth and a crave for water but can simply not be bothered to get up, go upstairs and get water from the kitchen, so I leave it and just go to sleep. I’ve had sleep paralysis before but always about meaningless things, such as when I fell out with a friend it was them bullying me and I could not wake up, or being in an uncomfortable suituation. It hasn’t occurred it about 4 months so I thought maybe it had just stopped for me. Never had the two clashed before. I’m at my grandparents house right now and they live on the top floor, two flights of stairs up. At first I thought it was real life, it was actually happening. My head hurt 100x more than a migraine if I had to describe it, it felt like someone was controlling/trying to figure out which parallel universe I should go to, one or the other and my head was being pushed into either one, over and over again. I get out of bed, stuck in the duvet (quilt) and leave it on the floor. I walk into the kitchen to get water and notice my nans house is different, as if I’m in a parallel universe and i’ve noticed. It looks like her old house was 10 years ago. Of course late at night:early in the morning my grandparents are asleep. I see them both sitting on their old sofas with my uncle Richard who I touch to see if he’s real. It felt real touching him, like actual human contact not sleep paralysis. He continues to say “you’re finally up, you better not have left your duvet on the floor like last time” which i’ve never done? I realise that I’m in sleep paralysis at this point. I need to wake up and get out of this headspace/mindset because I genuinely think i’ll be stuck here forever. I can feel my body crying and my cheeks getting wet but I can’t touch my face, I can’t move. I can feel my neck getting wet from my tears but I can’t take off my top as I’m stuck in place. Which takes us to now, i’ve just woken up and felt the need to write it down someplace safe where I could get advice before I forget. I’m scared to go back to sleep. I’m scared to go into the kitchen to get a drink finally incase I see the old furniture, my uncle and grandparents sitting on the sofa acting as if I’m a freak. I know i’ll be fine, i’ve Woken up and writing this has settled me down massively. This wasn’t just a dream, yes people can imagine things like this when dreaming but when you wake up with a drenching wet neck from tears and your body shaking you know it’s something different. I’ve never been so terrified in my life. I don’t want to move. If anyone can relate in anyway please respond. I could really use someone to talk to right now or in the foreseeable future.