Actually, there is one other dream from recent memory that has stood out to me. As far as I can recall, this dream is the only one since after childhood which has ever disturbed me.
Normally I wouldn't tell anyone about this, since it's one of the more embarrassing ones, though since it's all flooding back to my memory now I think I should post it because I'll probably never fully remember it like this again.
I haven't ever suffered from sleep paralysis, except for one notable occasion where all of the usual symptoms were present.
It started out as a dream. I never really have the ability to control myself during my dreams, so they often involve me as some sort of prisoner in my own body, watching myself do all sort of horrible things. I don't want to really go into detail about them, but let's just say I'm often up to some Patrick Bateman-type stuff. I know that it's cliché to say, "wow, literally me!" but in this case I find that to be an absolutely genuine comparison. Anyways, this time around, I was entering into peoples' bedrooms while they slept and murdered them with an axe, or perhaps claws of some sort. This continued on until I reached a door, opened it, and upon entering the room my dream "ended".
This is where the sleep paralysis begun. Since there's such a discrepancy between how I feel in my dreams and how I feel when I'm awake that I knew for sure that this dream was over. Except it wasn't. The dream continued, and the room that the dream me had entered was my own. I looked animal-like, kind of like these images, but much more "natural" and much less costumed.
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I was covered in blood, and its in this animal-like state that I was unable to tell whether the me had an axe or claws.
In any case, the dream continued, and I mean literally. I was still feeling all of the dream-feelings, thinking all of the dream-thoughts, and seeing from the eyes of this person. But I was also awake. I was seeing and feeling from both perspectives, though the awake me was unable to move; it was a true state of sleep paralysis. From this point onwards, it gets a bit hazy, though I believe that we just stared at each other for a while until the dream me simply faded out of existence. I don't really recall what that part felt like. From that point onwards though, I didn't really wake up. I was already awake the whole time. This was about two years ago and the stream of consciousness with which I saw that thing is the same stream of consciousness that I'm writing with right now.
Of all my dreams, I think that this is interesting enough to warrant the type of analysis that people such as Freud and Jung wrote about.