I am bizarre. I’ve been experiencing sleep paralysis on a somewhat regular basis for probably roughly a year now, but all it is is paralysis, no hallucinations, no feeling of suffocation, not a trace of fear. Seems to be at random times during the night, but I usually wake up multiple times, could coincide with that in some way. I feel like I really need to get up for some unknown reason, but there’s no fear or anxiety about it, I’m just like “well, okay, I guess this is what’s happening now.” Sometimes I’m just struggling to move and occasionally manage to fall out of bed and drag myself a short distance (but have not moved in reality), but after a while I started being fully aware of exactly what’s happening and instead put my efforts into trying to wake myself up, struggling to open an eye even a tiny bit or trying to lick my pillow or my arm (if it’s in reach).
I don’t enjoy it, but it’s more akin to annoyance and stubbornness, like being determined to try to move an object that’s too heavy for you to lift by any means possible, only the object in question is my body. I remember exactly two times I had any anxiety, one seemingly random time a few weeks ago and one time several months ago when I could hear what was probably my dog tapping his foot against the door and couldn’t get up to see what the noise was. But oddly I do have times where I dread the experience despite lack of fear.
I also have had over the past few months, fairly often, where I don’t fully wake up and stay in sort of a state between dreaming and waking, with things happening like in a dream. I’m not completely paralyzed, but I struggle to move and am numb (which I usually am not in dreams, it’s always a very strange sensation (or lack thereof) to me). That clearly happens during the transition from sleeping to waking, never the other way around.
Sorry, not really anything useful there 
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Yet in my new wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage. For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.
-H. P. Lovecraft, "The Outsider"