Any Notions?

howdy all... i'm brand spank'n new... so forgive my newbie-ness...

i've had alien dreams, but have always passed them off as late night t.v. upchuck from my subconscious...

but this dream genuinely caught my attention...

not to mention the fact that - tho i'm quite familiar with sleep paralysis (and it's frequency has increased drastically since i hit my twenties) ... this dream was followed by that very experience... and then i noticed that every incident i've journaled about having s.p. - it's been upon waking, but never going into sleep.

so: i'm lay'n on my back. bright light... so bright i can't see who's above me. i can catch glimpses from my peripheral vision, but i can't seem to focus directly on my fellows in the room... i remember turning my body (with great effort and only after being granted a weird sort of permission) towards them, reaching my right hand across my body for comfort.
i'm aware, but not aware of my body or sensation at all... no sensation whatsoever...and then i heard a sort of masculine, yet gentle voice ask me what can be done to help ease my discomfort...
you see, i remember feeling terribly upset, but not frightened. no fear in the least...actually a sense of familiarity, but i was upset by something. it was purely emotional...
and after being asked this, i was suddenly able to see their faces... and the one who had addressed me was the one nearest to me. i remember being able to say in my head "touch! i need to feel touch!" certainly i would never have actually said that had i been speaking with someone... it was too primal. but i found it unnecessary at the moment to say anything, or BE ABLE to communicate anything that was not as direct as primal truths...
at that moment, a hand was extended toward my reach... i felt like i was now "allowed" to move my arm and hand...i remember expecting to see claws, but grateful to only see a hand... slender, similar to my own...but too slender, and discolored... and in an instant i remember wanting to ask him why he was missing a pinky finger...
anyhow, i reached to touch the hand, and pulled back. not from disgust, but because after touching it i was astounded with how SOFT it was...so much so that i expected to see powder on my fingers from having touched it. i pressed my cheek to the hand and then held it for a moment... and in an almost toddler fashion, proceeded to let go, touch the upper arm, and then, as my hand moved toward his face, i was aware i was doing something that made the others uncomfortable...even the gentleman standing there...
huge eyes... beautiful massive eyes staring down at me....

and then i woke...

much too early to suit my insomniatic ways.... around 4 am.

so - i suppose i'll just sit with my thumb up my butt and see if this rings a bell to anyone. hopefully i'll get a response from those of you who may have had similar experiences.

thanks!
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