visible portion was my white clothes and hair) as he began
answering what I can only assume was my subconscious
question of why I was there and for how long. I told him I
could not remember how I got there or why I was there and I
remember his response as clear as day:
Dan: "Do you know why you're here man?"
Me: "I can’t even tell you how I got here. Marijuana?"
(keep in mind I was in a "rehab center")
Dan: "Haha - you can’t remember? That’s probably why
you're here in the first place. You’re here for like a month
dude. Go check the schedule."
At this point I believe my subconscious began to panic
about possibly becoming stuck, because time in the phase
seemed to begin to narrow. People began crowding me
around the "schedule". I remember specifically an AfricanAmerican man shouting beside me, "who's Josh, who's Josh!"
soon after leading me outward toward the front door where
"the one I love" had been leaning, gesturing me to come
closer.
I then remember walking with "the one I love" when she
began crying, begging me not to wake up, screaming that we
could be happy there together if I stayed. During this
tantrum, chains developed on her arms and legs and I began
to feel heavy.
I then began thinking of my family, my mother
specifically and thoughts of getting stuck in a coma, which I
do believe led to my subconscious to panic further because
time seemed to narrow even further.
"The one I love" then led me into a back room and well,
not to get vulgar, but we began having sex and right before
my "orgasm" she started screaming at me not to go, at which
point I felt myself being pulled away - and in fact I was being
pulled away.
Now here's what really blew my mind about the whole
experience: I then awoke to daylight and rushed out of my
room to find my mother and stepdad standing in the living
room. I began explaining my experience to them both.
However, my stepdad began pre-guessing my whole
experience dead on, which I questioned. I then took out my
phone and noticed there were scratches and dents all over it.