I felt as if my hands and arms started to grow, and the room was closing in on me
I was five or six, growing up in London, when the first strange episode occurred. Waiting to fall asleep, I suddenly felt as if my bed was enormous and I was tiny, and unable to move.
This sensation recurred a number of times. I remember telling my mum and her saying: “Oh, you were just dreaming.” But I thought: “Then why am I having this dream again and again, and why does it seem so real?”
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