I was swimming though a dark, heavy, viscous fog, trying to push through and achieve some level of consciousness. My eyes were open, and I could see, but I could not move my eyes, or any other part of my body for that matter. I was an observer in my own mind, free to think and watch what my body did, but with no control whatsoever. With a frustrated push of effort, I managed to brush that higher level, and my gaze flickered across the landscape. Encouraged, I pushed again, harder, and a noise came out of my mouth through bitter nausea. Once more, I prepared to hurl myself through the barrier, when out of nowhere there was pain and a sudden weight attached itself to me like a ball and chain and dragged me flailing deep into the mists. One step forward and five back, apparently. I could no longer see, or feel, or smell, or sense at all. I was aware that there was a body, but that was all. Soon I began to even doubt that, wondering whether it was a body I was in or just some strange dream that I'd had, that I liked to fantasize about. I still wonder.

Tunes: "The Drinking Song", Moxy Früvous (iTMS).