Sleep paralysis. It's a sort of sleep disorder that I had in my teen years. Usually awful. This one wasn't, because a solar deity was there and She was friendly. I heard her name, but didn't recognize it. Shekinah? I thought. A Wiccan ex-mentor of mine was convinced that this was Sekhmet. Then, years later, I read about Sequana, the goddess of the river Seine and also of healing and the sun, and I was like, "HOLY MO--"
Sadly, never got thwapped by Her again.
Then got thwapped by Loki, funnier story, was more attuned to second sight. That turned my life upside down in ways that I'm still a little too embarrassed (because of the way my life was "right side up" which was awful) to really say.
Nowadays, though, I work with no-name, no-mythology beings whose company has simply just...changed me. They've healed wounds that I thought I'd gotten used to. They give advice that I don't discover was really, really, really good advice until later. (But I still don't follow what they say, because I have to be reasonable to function in the real world--not intuitive and randomly doing stuff that just so happens to work out really well in the end.)