As a Junior at UGA I was working crazy shifts at Kroger (late nights), taking classes all day and volunteering at the local community center in the projects. Tired doesn't describe that time. I was about to go to sleep, or so I thought, for a little nap before work. I was breathing slowly and trying to relax. I felt myself "lift" from the bed and the ceiling got closer and closer. As I neared the ceiling I turned and saw myself lying in bed with my eyes closed. I tried to scream but no sound. I tried to "swim back", but couldn't move my arms. At some point I woke up with a start, like you do when you are dreaming about falling, etc., except no one will ever convice me that I was dreaming. It felt too real. I was freaked and didn't sleep for a week after that and to this day will not take a midday nap. That was twenty-four years ago and the incident seems like it happened yesterday. I can even describe my room in great detail although I couldn't tell you what I had for breakfast the day before yesterday.