Name: Anonymous 2019-10-01 2:28
On two or three occasions when I was about eight years old in Panama, I had horrifying nightmares that made me wake up weeping and crying inconsolably. It was a dream that felt like some alien force was fighting with me for control of my mind. If I tried with all my will, I could force the area occupied by the alien invader to shrink in comparison with my own share of the psyche. But if I relaxed or tried to disengage from the battle royal, the other side grew larger and larger and threatened to overwhelm me or engulf me. At the same time, I think some kind of fast-tempo music like Danse Macabre was playing, heightening the agitation and the the terror of the nightmare. Many years later, I found out that there was such a thing as a Night Terror, and I had experienced it in Panama, but not after Panama. I think that, when I fell asleep again after the first one, it started right up again, as if some evil spirit was waiting for me to lose consciousness and lose my mind. So there may have been two episodes on the first night, and one more episode a few weeks or months later. They never occurred again, perhaps because my mind had been taken over by alien forces and there was no further need to terrorize me.