I still have it from time to time. Started when I was 17 or 18. Sometimes there’s something laughing at me from the corner of the room, sometimes a deafening sound, and sometimes it feels like I have been drugged by one of those Haitian witch doctors unable to move with an impending sense of doom and dread - well except I don’t wake up working on a cane farm. which ever it is, it’s never pleasant. I’ve been able to train myself to be able to recognize it when it starts, much like lucid dreaming, so I can snap out of it, because I really don’t want to take my chance with it being the thing laughing at me from the corner of the room.
I do also lucid dream every now and then, but I never can get them to last long.