I was somewhere peaceful. Not really a dream you see? It was rather a space of no stress, no time, lovely floating. I was a non-self –sort of I guess or how I’d image it to be a non-self… I wasn’t me. Where I was there was no “me” as I am accustomed to knowing it.
In coming back (and I don’t even remember leaving by the way), there were the following impressions. I didn’t see anything that I can recall – no form of any kind but I was not in the body and not in the space my thoughts usually occupy. No time, I say, because when I slowly returned to my body that was on the cold hospital Emergency Room floor the first impression was that I didn’t know how long I was gone but it seemed to me like I was gone for a long while. There, where I had just been, time was huge or non-existent; it had no meaning or significance.
I think that the reason that it felt like I was gone a while is that I had to remember myself again and what was happening. Like I’d been away for a long time and had to jump back into a life that I could hardly remember—like that life was a long, long time ago.
Voices and shouting brought me back. The cold floor on the side of my face made me wonder what the body was doing here. I had to work really hard to re-enter the point and time and re-join the body and the life circumstances… to come back into being a “me”.
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