It's a surreal feeling, and I'm not sure how to describe it.
Waking up, and realizing that you've just been thrown out of an airplane. Falling because you must, and because it's effortless. You twist your body so that your head will impact first.
Touching a fence, and finding out too late that it's electric, as your hands seize into claws unable to let go. Your fingers ignite and you relish the pain because it's better than nothing.
Blinded, deafened, numbed. All senses overloaded and dead, but no matter. Lesser purposes and all that...
Living for that which no longer exists and wondering if it ever did. Questioning, doubting everything you know and everything you feel and everything you are. Answers elude and evade.
It's a surreal feeling.