I fell asleep around 11 p.m. and almost immediately experienced a sensation of being held from behind in a very erotic, pleasant way. I did not know by whom; while it was tangible, it did not seem real. After a while, it became less pleasant and more crushing. It then became sexual assault. A woman found me and was going to run out the door for help, but there was no one there to apprehend. This happened three times, with increasing force, violence, and terror; by the third time, it did not begin erotically.

I heard a loud noise and woke up at 11:44 p.m. (it was Hodge attacking his bed and dragging it around). I was panting, and my heart was racing. I could feel the effects of adrenaline. It took a while to calm down because the dream was so vivid. Now I can imagine how, in more superstitious times, the idea of the incubus and succubus arose . . .