Constructs

All common senses were thoroughly in tact. Sight, smell, sound, touch, and taste. But a sixth and most obvious trait, that of cognitive awareness and conscious conception of reality is hijacked entirely. Rather than seeing the ceiling in front of you or hearing the human voices near you speaking, you're consciousness is enveloped mentally by endless geometric patterns composed of infinite colors and shapes, but most notably teel green and yellow. All infinite geometric patterns shift and contort constantly to form many living entities that exist as one, with the overall presence of femininity. Voices speak to me in an unknown but understood tongue from all directions, again, divulging as one indistinguishable feminine voice who's volume and command heightens and intensifies the further into the rabbit hole I go. They laugh at me. They ridicule me and they possess me. She reaches into the core of my soul and pulls me toward her as if to prove that she is the bearer of all control and that I have none, however I do not concede. I communicate to her the request that she allow me to, in my physical state, continue to breathe so that I will not die. I breath steadily once again, although not naturally, only purposefully.

Her face shifts demonically, taking form of anger, hatred, lust and insecurity. It is an attempt to disengage me. It is a challenge. It is a test of my willingness to hold my virtues and maintain the power of recognition in spite of lack of control over my mental state. 

They challenge my skepticism and hiss viciously. A common description of God strikes me as opposite of these beings, but instead she is an evil and sinister being, encompassing an entire dimension of existence or non-existence and pulling me into her realm of illusion and deception. I let her take me where she pleases, but I never concede that I am powerless, and either out of spite or out of time, she sends me back.

With a gasp of air and a clumsiness of speech and rationality, I come-to. Laying still on my back, motionless and awake, staring at a morphing and and well defined ceiling, eventually coming entirely back to ground. Four minutes and thirty-eight seconds of inner dimensional dialect, psychosis and lucidity, and I am fondly back to the reality I have and will exist in from my physical birth until my physical death.