And You were there, and You were there...

Nothing has ever felt like that before. I was laying in bed in the middle of the night, you know, as I am wont to do, and there were all these people in my room laughing and talking and moving around. A couple people sat on my bed and talked to me, but I couldn't say anything. I couldn't even move. No one seemed to notice. The people weren't real. It felt like I was dreaming them, but I knew I was awake inside my room. Ghosts maybe, far more than fit in my room even without furniture. They're all having a grand old time not minding me, but also not ignoring me, and it starts to get incredibly distressing. My mind screams and thrashes around under the sheets. Nothing. And just as the despair begins to boil over me, the specters disappear and I bolt upright bad sitcom style. Everything works fine, but I miss the party.