Once again I had one of those dreams; that freeze. I was being held down onto my bed by four hands strong. I couldn’t move, could hardly breathe. Every time I’d try to wake up my eyes would squeeze shut tighter in spite of myself. The hands would grasp firmer. Sweating profusely, unable to even move any muscle, tendon or toe. After five times attempted waking I finally was able to open my eyes, long enough to reach out and turn a light on. Now that I’m awake, I don’t look forward to sleep tonight.