This is a slightly exaggerated story about a semi-outer-body experience that I had a few hours ago.
I have been on the wrong end of a gun about 6 times in my life. Today it was a Glock, most likely loaded with special-tipped bullets. When one is suddenly unexpectedly surprised by the imminent danger of a gun, the body instantaneously goes into a surreal mode for a micro-second that seems like long minutes of a bizarre dream with imagery submersed in a cloud of melting dry-ice. In my case, I had a vision looking upward out of Kiwi Sink. And I think it was the image of that tranquil place that put my mind at ease. I need to get away again already, and I have only been back 22 hours. David Locklear
