Date: in the year 2000 (I can’t pinpoint more precisely), I was in my early twenties (born in 1977).
Location: city of Lausanne, Switzerland (on the edge of Lake Geneva/Lake Leman).
Recurrence: 3 nights in-a-row, then never again (that I remember).

I was in nursing school at the time, renting a small room in the tower-like school building (next to the CHUV, the University hospital of Lausanne).

At a personal level, I wasn’t doing very good. I was struggling with a problem of bulimia-anorexia. I would have a binge eating crisis every evening, and if, for whatever reason, I couldn’t, I would go into panic mode. Much like a junkie.

But one evening though, while in my room, I became aware that the compulsion wasn’t there. It simply was gone. That was startling, and very empowering. I could feel that “something was different in the air” beside that fact, without being able to say what.

Eventually it was time to go to bed, which I did. As I recall, as soon as I laid my head on the pillow, without going into the phase of getting asleep, I felt myself being powerfully “sucked” backwards, extremely quickly, with a strong vertigo feeling in my stomach. Next, I was aware of being in a circular, dimly lit “room”, with several rectangular “doors” – or what felt like doors – along the curved wall. Unfortunately, I cannot describe the environment more precisely than that. The type of materials, how were the doors exactly, the wall… I don’t remember. I will say though that it didn’t feel like I was inside of a craft. That’s about what I can say about the environment.

I was aware of lying on my back, with a heavy weight on my chest (no respiratory problems felt). I was feeling afraid, but not panicked. I began feeling angry because I wanted to stand up and couldn’t. I was able to move my limbs freely and began struggling mightily to try to get up. I thought to myself, “Gee, I’m struggling so much that when I will open my eyes in my bed, I will see the mess I’m making”.

In fact, I “knew” that I was in two places at the same time. I had the awareness to be in that room, and to still be lying in my bed. I was convinced that the movements I was making in that “room”, I (or my body) was making them in my bed also. I think this is what is called bilocation.

I was aware of the presence of one or more beings, responsible for the weight I was feeling on my chest. I didn’t have the feeling that an entity was literally “sitting” on my chest, though. I don’t remember either the number of beings nor how they looked. To the most, something that I could say would be a color: brownish. But with regard to their shape, height and other details, it’s not in my memory. I don’t remember what might have happened further in that circular “room”.

What I do remember next is opening my eyes in my bedroom, utterly shocked to find myself laying fine in my undisturbed bed. That fact was even more shocking to me than the rest of the experience.

I spent the next day at school trying to understand just what had happened. I knew it was not a dream, it felt completely different. At the time, I had next to zero awareness of ET’s/aliens. Zero awareness of “abductions”. It was making sense to me that we humans were not the only sentient species out there, but that was about it at the time.

In the evening of that second day, I got the sensation that the experience would happen again. I was feeling somewhat afraid, but again, strangely, not panicked nor terrorised. When I went to bed and laid my head on the pillow, it happened again. I thought to myself, “Oh no” while feeling the “sucking” backwards phenomenon. And the exact same scenario repeated: I was in the same place, laying on my back, same weight on my chest, again unable to free myself and stand up. Next thing I remember is like the night prior: I open my eyes in my bedroom, not recalling anything more of what might have happened in that circular room.

Now on the third day, I was feeling fed up. I was mentally preparing for being able, this time, to stand up. I was going to show “them”. :)

I was anticipating the night and the reoccurrence of the experience. So when it did happen again, I was satisfied and all pumped up. However, the same scenario repeated and I was unable to stand up in that circular room. I “prepared” for a fourth occurrence, but it didn’t happen. It never happened again since. On the fifth or sixth day, my eating compulsion came back and my bulimia-anorexia problem resumed. NOTE: The above image is CGI.