I was in my workroom doing something and looked out in the hallway to see nothing there. I looked down then back in the hall to see a little boy standing there (who I thought was Michael, though he was much older) who had that scary undead baby quality and I woke up. I spent the next 20 or so minutes with sleep paralysis trying to nudge Iova awake with the wee bit of muscle use I had (next to none). No luck.