I started to feel
sick to my stomach, as if I had drank too much and I was about to puke, but I drink that much every week. Everything began to move really slow, and all I could hear was
the beating of my heart loud in my ears. It beated slowly, much too slowly.
Suddenly I'm in a tunnel and I'm going down the tunnel rapidly, so fast I can feel the queasiness in my stomach. It resembled the tunnel from
Being John Malcovich, tight and dark and I remember feeling someone was beside me, but I couldn't be sure. I was having a dream that I can't remember now, but it seemed to go on for hours and hours, and all I can associate it with is a strange, vague remembrance of
Dragonball Z.
I open my eyes and I'm
on my knees and Scott is holding me up. "Did I fall asleep?" I ask stupidly, and he tells me I've only been out for about 5 or 10 seconds. I've never fainted before, or
blacked out or anything. Scary.