Some eight months after the original one, I had me another lariam-like nightmare last night. I woke up suddenly, quietly, and it was extremely clear to me that someone was standing by the bed, someone tall and thin, and he had his hand on my chest, pushing down, preventing me from moving. Nothing else, no other activity on his part, just... keeping me from moving. This time, though, the fear passed very quickly. Seems like there's an intruder? Can't move my limbs? Can't turn my head to look directly at the intruder? Okay. I'm going to calm the hell down and pretend he's not there. And eventually... he wasn't.
For consideration: how awesome would that be, though, a serial chest-pusher, a sinister and elusive figure who breaks into people's homes and PUSHES ON THEIR CHEST FOR A WHILE. By God, it's positively CHILLING. Take that, Thomas Harris!