Last night I became hyper-vigilant, aroused, terrified, thinking he was angry at me and coming for me. I told myself I was being irrational, that nothing is going to happen, but I could feel my eyes were wide open as my eyes continued to check every window, every door. I locked the doors and closed the curtains but I was still aroused. I sat in a corner away from all the windows until I felt safe and calmed down enough to try to sleep.
When I went into my bedroom a light shined through my window (probably a car) and I dropped to the floor and hyperventilated so quickly my cheeks and fingers immediately felt tingly and I felt light headed in only a matter of seconds. Maybe 3 or 4 seconds.
My boyfriend woke up, I was trying so hard not to wake him up over this. He asked if I was okay, what happened, but I was shaking, hyperventilating, and staring at the window. I couldn't reply. He stayed up with me for an hour or two, I'm not sure. It was hard for me to think and form a coherent sentence. I told him I know I'm being irrational, that it's stupid, but I couldn't stop it. I ducked down to the floor a few more times, it was embarrassing.
But I was aware of where I was. I didn't hallucinate him or feel like I was being attacked or hurt. Just afraid that I would be. I was aware of the color of the walls, the objects around me, where I was, who my boyfriend was...
What was this episode?