The memory seems to have a blank space. It is hard to explain. I tried to explain it in another thread in PTSD chat. I remember every little detail to a point and then nothing until I am yelling and he is running out of my room.

It appears as though he broke in through the back door of our house and found my bedroom. I didn't wake up until he was already in my bed. Afterwards, I was able to think back and piece together some strange things that happened. There was someone I remember seeing for several days in a row just sitting in his car. Someone was also in the house earlier in the week. I remember my father calling and reporting the first break-in to the police. I can't say with certainty, but I think he was there to look around.