As a kid I had this recurring nightmare where I died (n various ways), then it was always the same: I was in a pink room (atrociously ugly, like old tapestry-pink), laying down on a wooden table. I would just start to rot away, but my mind was still inside that immobile body, trapped, and when boredom started to take over panic, that's when I would wake up in tears every time.
That's fucking horrifying.
Although I wonder if this wasn't a way your brain was trying to subconsciously deal with your body being in sleep-paralysis or not
Actually I don't think so because I experienced sleep paralysis later, it felt really different and woke me up everytime. I had read about it so I knew it was nothing and never panicked. However it's possible that reading just made me aware and helped my brain step out of the nightmare state, I don't know.
Although I wonder if this wasn't a way your brain was trying to subconsciously deal with your body being in sleep-paralysis or not