I had another episode of sleep paralysis last night. Didn't actually think it'd happen again after the first a few years ago. So I woke up with my blackberry in my hands and that struck me as incredibly odd, but it didn't bother me that much then. Then for some reason I lost my grip and my blackberry, connected to the charger slipped off my hands as if snatched away and fell to the ground. But I was in such a strange state that I didn't care to pick my blackberry up; I figured I'd just do it when I woke up. 

Then I felt a presence at the foot of my bed. Then my blanket got tugged off. It was only then that I realised I was paralyzed. I tried to move my left hand so that I could pick my blanket up from the floor, but found myself immobile. So what seemed only natural was to move my right hand instead, but could move only my fingers and nothing else. Yet for some odd reason the grasping of my fingers managed to get my blanket back up with a feeling as if it got tugged back step-wise with my hand movement. Really though, it seemed the blanket came back up with no effort of my own.  

After a while I realised I was properly tucked in bed but couldn't go back to sleep because there flashes of white were pulsing across every time I closed my eyes. When it finally came to a calm, I decided I probably should try to pick my blackberry up from the ground. To my relief, I found I could actually move, but my blackberry was not on the ground - it was on my table. Right. It was all a hallucination. 

Suffice to say, I had terrible sleep. But to be fair, I did go to bed at 5.30am. It was a lapse of judgement on my part, deciding it was actually a good idea to nap from 12.30am - 2.30am and wake up to try to get some work done, fuelled by caffeine. Not such a good idea after all, although I did manage to do a bit of reading. 

Ah well. 

I must've been pretty damn fatigued.