Disconnect

     Everything just stopped. Noise, sight, and feeling. Just gone. I wouldn't say I was panicking, but I wouldn't say I was OK with it either. Paralysed by what had overcome me, I just accepted it. It seemed like the only option at the time.

     My sight came back, but I wasn't in the place I had just been. It was a place I'd been before, but not sure when. Maybe it looked a little different, or it's possible that it was a place I'd never been with familiar features. Either way I was curious, and somewhat more accepting to explore it.

   

     My movements were very strange. Backwards almost. My left hand controlled my right, and to go forward I had to run. Slowly adapting to my environment, and becoming more comfortable with myself I began to explore the somewhat familiar features. There was a tree, a tree that I was sure I passed by everyday on my way out of town. It was healthy and it always made me wonder how old it was, what it had witnessed in it's life. I placed my hand on it, instantly I was overcome with sound. Startled at first only because I had become comfortable with the silence I was thrown into.

     It wasn't any direct sound that I could describe. Just an ambiance of noise, an ambiance of life. It felt nice, and it filled my mind with thoughts. Not questions, just thoughts, statements almost. I felt as if I could have stood there the rest of my life. It was beautiful. Reluctantly I removed my hand and fell back into the silence knowing that there was more then just this tree to explore.

     Beside the tree stood old power lines. They were also very familiar to me. I was certain they weren't in the right spot though. I knew that the tree stood by itself which made it so apparent in my mind that either one was out of place. The power lines were unique, they weren't perfectly straight, only about two or three of them were. I never understood why they were like that, but it gave them the feeling that they weren't placed there by man, but somehow naturally occurred. It's eerie, things like that. People pass by them everyday and it's just become part of the landscape. It's become expected.

      

     Suddenly I was thrown back into my living room. Ripped out of the strange landscape I was visiting. I was saddened that I couldn't explore more, but I felt more secure that I was back in reality. I'll never understand where I went, or why. I don't think I needed to, It made sense to me not to connect the dots in this situation.

     Exhausted I decided to go to bed.