Sometimes I have a very creative imagination. When I got sick, it, well...I'd say that it broke. (YES I JUST SAID MY IMAGINATION BROKE)
While I was lying in bed, I was almost in a dream but not quite. Each bit of pain I felt or noise I heard had a form, and each of those forms was in my room with me. My stomach pain was one form. My sore throat was another form. The weird creaky sound in the hallway was a form. The insistent buzz of my heater was a form. Every one of the monsters was made up of a jumbled mess of different colored objects. There were other monsters too, but maybe I just imagined them or something. All I know is that there were at least five that looked and felt pretty real. As if that wasn't bad enough, each form had a presence too. I could sense that they were there. They were just watching me though, not trying to touch me or stalk me in plain sight or something like that.
It took me a ridiculously long time to fall asleep that night.
So far as I know, nothing like this has ever happened to me except for that time, and that time only.