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Soon after this initial period of paralysis the steady ringing and thumping was joined by a series of strange, more musical sounds layered on top of the brain/body noise. I assumed that this was the beginning of a hypnagogic hallucination of some sort as I began to enter the sleep state. But instead of entering the sleep state, I suddenly found myself ripped out of my body; my perceptual node was literally dragged into a dark corner of my room, and then blackness. When my vision returned I was flying above an expansive forest, gazing down upon an evolving plane of fractal-like train tracks. Later I flew around a highway in Seattle that I remembered from my youth.
The most striking thing however was the audio that accompanied these astral flights: a fully orchestrated symphony of noise in which my heart turned war-drum and my tinnitus turned glorious drone formed the backdrop for all kinds of screeches, whines, blips, bleeps, and explosive floods of white noise.
