As a young child - 3 or 4 and into my 5th year, I suffered what now are called 'night terrors'. I'd get out of bed, still sleeping, but in utter panic. I'd be walking along the walls, looking for a doorway to somewhere, crying and screaming in terror. After some time, I'm unsure if it were months or weeks of this, or even years...But I remember one instance of my parents huddled around me on bended knee praying for me. After they were finished, they put me back in bed. The lights in my room were off as they tucked me in - I slept in the bottom of a bunk-bed under -Cp.
Sometime after they left, I half-awoke to a tingling feeling. As I opened my eyes in the dark room, I could 'just' make out the shape of a large hand reaching down to me from across my body. Think if you were kneeling beside a bed, facing the person sleeping on their back, and you reached your right hand over to touch their chest/heart area. When the hand made contact with me I felt electrocuted, but no pain. It was as if my room became the surface of the sun because of the brightness. My head was swimming, I felt as though I were floating. I looked across the room towards my door to see, just for an instant, the figure of a bearded man wearing a robe. He was standing with arms to his side, palms facing outward. We made eye contact for a brief second, and then he was gone. The room was dark. I believe I've never suffered another 'night terror' from that moment on.