When I was approximately 6 or 7, my mother tucked me into bed like any other night, but when I awoke, I was in a very small space. It was pitch black, I couldn’t see, and I felt extremely uncomfortable.

I began screaming for rescue. After what felt like 5 minutes of screaming and wailing, something wrenched whatever I was in, and I heard a zipping sound.
I suddenly saw my father’s face looking down at me. I was inside a suitcase!

It turned out that I was in a suitcase under the guest room bed, where no one was sleeping. Nobody in my family understands how I got there or why it happened. It’s not just a bizarre dream, but my family brings it up on sometimes. It was quite strange, and I still have no idea how it happened.