I woke up to use the rest room.
As I returned to the bed and closed my eyes again, I recall this deep sense of falling - of losing control. The very same feeling you have in the micro seconds before you pass out. I had this immense loss of balance.
This was not a dream. This was real. For some reason, my first thought, is this what dying feels like? Dont know why my mind jumped there. Whatever the reason, I kind of felt ok in a weird sense, I knew that my awareness was still kicking in - even if this was the actual death process.
A flurry of images and thoughts and this deep sense of losing control. I remember three distinct faces in that jamboree of images.
By now, I was sure something was happening. Then it stopped. It must have been less than 2-3 seconds in all. I woke up, open my eyes and stared into the darkness. Some ambient light, otherwise all was quiet.
This is what it feels like.
Possibly. Falling.
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