Reality. Floating? No, it's worse than that. Falling. That's it. Falling fast. Nothing below me. It's endless. Dark. The further I fall the darker it becomes. Colors start to form in front of me. People? I can't identify. I hear something. Words? No, words are too guttural, this is much smoother. It's music. It's indescribable and unrecognizable. It's beautiful. I try to pick out a pattern to it. There is none. It keeps getting louder and louder and I fall faster and faster. Wind rushes past me, I'm weightless. I can't move.

Uncontrollable. That's it, isn't it? What this is all about? I'm out of control. I can't stop or slow down.

I call out. Nothing, no sound escapes me. My lips stay frozen shut. I try again; same thing, nothing. I try to move my arms, try to stop myself. Nothing happens. My arms pinned to my sides. I start to feel pain; excruciating. A burning sensation in my heart, it gets worse. The pain is spreading, slowly. Too slow. It creeps cross my chest. I'm numb for a moment, the pain has left me. I calm down, relax, still falling. My body jerks as the pain flares back. I can feel a scream rising in my throat, but nothing comes out. Like a bad memory, a stabbing sensation occurs in my side.

I've been here before. Years ago.

The pain has consumed my torso: two epicenters. Originating from my heart and my right side. It's unbearable. Suddenly I'm ripped away from myself and the pain leaves me. I'm floating above myself, looking down. I see how dark the bags around my eyes have become. I need a haircut. Am I really that thin? My muscles are tight across my chest. The body below me starts to jerk: The pain is still there. I don't feel it, but he does. I can see it. His heart's speeding up, too fast. A wound appears on the right side.

It's deep. It's bleeding.

I see something behind him, it's coming up fast. It's the ground. I grab his shoulder in an attempt to slow him down, stop him, anything. I'm sucked back into my own body. I'm yelling screaming. Finally. It's a relief to yell. But I'm in massive amounts of pain. I can finally move. One arm grabs at my chest, the other at my right side. Warm blood runs over my hand from the wound there. My body begins to turn. I'm facing the ground. I can see it coming. But I can't do anything. I inhale deeply: I hit the ground.