time froze and I drifted outside of myself, and further back and further back as I'd realized I'd died, and eventually the scene in my sightline began to repeat itself, until I was so far away from where I'd died that the scene was laying on top of itself over and over the way pages in an open book rest.

I kept floating further and further away without being able to see anything other than the scene of my death over and over and over until suddenly everything went white, and I woke up, and I couldn't speak (the muscles in my jaw were incredibly tight, and two of the girls with me were worried I'd been turned mentally handicapped) or recognize anyone (I did this with about 13 catholic school girls while one of their parents were out of town and I only knew three or four of them beforehand) and so I was convinced I had fallen through a wormhole into another planet.

Then I remembered my family, and I went to lay down on a very comfortable carpet, and I was rubbing the carpet when I remembered I was on drugs, and it was only supposed to last about 15 minutes, so I took my phone out and just stared at it until I felt better.

There's a lot more to what happened there but that was the 'death' portion of it. I was still aware of myself as something that could exist, but I was very worried that my past life was over and Earth was a distant memory for several minutes.


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