Another Episode of Sleep Paralysis

I had another episode of sleep paralysis last night, which makes it clear that my sleep schedule is completely fucked, and I have no idea how to fix it. I've been trying to get it back on track for what feels like an eternity. This time, I didn’t feel anyone creeping their hand on my feet, tapping my shoulder, or see a figure above my head like before. Somehow, this episode was more terrifying than all the previous ones combined.

I wake up to find myself in a bizarre situation... I'm leaning against a wall and unable to move. Was I sleepwalking? That has never happened before... wait... where the fuck am I? In front of me is an extremely filthy bathroom. The original tile colors have faded, replaced by shades of dirty yellow and brown. Somehow, I recognize this place; it's my dormitory bathroom. But it didn’t look like this before. The dorm bathrooms certainly weren’t the cleanest, but this seems far more extreme, almost like it’s from an evil parallel universe. 

Before I have time to process any more information about this place or form another opinion, I notice small dots on the floor. There are a number of them, and they are moving almost like insects. I close my eyes, terrified of what they might be. When I reopen them, hoping this is all just a dream, I notice the swarm of "insects" has gotten even bigger... and they are starting to notice my presence. They slowly begin making their way toward me. I close my eyes one more time in a last desperate attempt, then I open them again. The creatures are everywhere—on the floor, on the walls, on the ceiling, on my body. And almost every last one of them is moving toward me, crawling onto my feet, my stomach, my privates, and my face. 

Then the scene starts to change. As the new scene slowly takes form, I notice the familiar signs of decay... I'm still in the same universe, apparently. My sense of smell doesn’t work, but I don’t need it to; I can feel the rotten stench of this place creeping up on me even without my sense of smell. "Arvin, you good?" I hear a distant voice, and as the voice becomes clearer, the scene becomes blurry. So it was a dream after all. I allow myself to detach from this godforsaken place.

My roommate is trying to wake me up. I snap out of the episode, and that’s the end of it. The thing that terrifies me the most about this experience isn’t the insects or the evil parallel universe. It’s the fact that my sense of space and time was completely shifted, and I honestly felt like I was physically standing on my own two feet, despite the reality of lying in my bed. I have no idea how that works.