Screaming. Sweating. Rigid body. Crying. Hiding. Fear. Talking a mile a minute (although this isn't much different from other daily moments). Back to terror. Us looking at each other wondering what the hell set this off and how can we bring him down.
Eventually we got him calmed down and he started off the night in his own bed. Whew. It was one of those anxiety moments that I wish others could witness. It wouldn't make me feel so alone at times, especially when trying to explain it to family & friends.