I found myself remembering old conversations, but it was like reliving them because they were word-for-word the same and even the sensations were identical. After some time in each, I would say to myself, "No, this isn't real, but THIS must be" and then relive a previous conversation.

Eventually I realized that trying to figure out what was real was pointless. Then I relaxed, fell into a swirl of colors, and watched as my lungs, down to my alveoli, filled with prismatic lights.