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I had a new experience tonight during one of my HH. I don't know how well I can explain it to all of you cause it is really bizzar. I was watching TV and fell asleep, as usuall, right into REM, as usuall, sleep paralysis, as usuall, my usuall floating or levitating in my dream so I can move. Well I've been having some back problems, mucho pain mid back, I felt that pain, so during my levitation in my dream instead of floating in a face down position, I righted my self standing, only my hands were up in the air above my head as if I were laying face down. I began making gutteral sounds to get my husbands attention to wake me up, as I can't of course form any words paralysed. I felt him touch my hand, saying my name and "wake up". The really bizzar thing is that I saw myself standing and my hand in the air, but felt the touch as if my hand was laying on the bed. I don't know if this makes any sense to you, it's so hard to explain. But this space between wakefulness and sleep is really tricky. My brain can not distinguish what is real or a dream, I feel like I'm lost somewhere in between. After my husband woke me up and I thought my mind was awake, I sat up, then had a cataplexy attack, scared my husband to death, because I was still sitting on the couch, thank God, but my head was bobbing and my eyes (he said) opening and closing, then I just fell into the corner of the sofa, face first. My brain must have still been in REM or wanting to go back into REM. I guess what I am trying to say is that I felt my husbands touch away from my body, because my brain thought my hand was up in the air. I just don't have the words to explain this. I've been having several cataplexy attacks the last two days, to the ground, which is something I don't need with having three herniated thoracic disks, one is pressing on my spinal cord and leeking fluid. I am waiting for a call from the Mayo Clinic in Phoenix, for an appointment with a neurosurgeon. Maybe he has a vial of hypocretins he can inject into the hypothalmus of my brain when his fixes my back. I would never tell another soul about my HH, thanks to Melody and her forum, we can get some of these bizarr things off our chest, without being carted off to a funny farm.