I almost left my body the other night. Deliberately. Lots of the tingling as my nonphysical began to separate from my physical. I was phasing between R.E.M. and consciousness for a spell, and at some point soon after I began to dream without noticing the transition: I am driving my truck north on Route 66 at night…approaching a green traffic light I accelerate…it turns yellow. "You're dreaming," I think, receding back to body in the same gesture as my truck braking to a stop. Years ago during meth psychosis I had reflected that semiotically the yellow of the traffic signal was somehow profound and now I knew why…
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