“As I survey the masses of beings I realize that I don’t believe any of what I’m seeing. Am I awake or asleep? I look up at the station clock to see if the second hand progresses logically around the face of the clock or not. It does. This is not a lucid dream.
“If I don’t believe in ghosts, goblins and guides, why am I seeing them? Am I walking or floating? It’s like the thought-voice blend…. The accident must have damaged my brain so that I now hallucinate. Obviously. If I’m not really here, then where am I? Did I just imagine my funeral;? How can I re-enter reality?