I almost passed out

I spent this afternoon booking tour (read: writing emails). My posture was not great. That, combined with months worth of sleeping on the floor, gave me an insane nerve-cluster in the southeastern portion of my neck.
I thought I would try an old chiropracter's trick.
As I was once instructed to do by a certified chiro, I stood, squared my shoulders, and slowly moved my head back to look directly at the ceiling. By moving my neck in this fashion, I did not alleviate my neck pain. I invited waves of delirium. Have you ever consciously forced yourself to not pass out? It doesn't usually work. Muddled sensations and half-heard whispers fly past you, enter you, and ultimately overwhelm your senses and crush you to the ground. You don't know what happened until you wake up.

This time, however, I stood strong. I wish I had let that calming wash of endorphins overtake me. For what I have seen and felt - I can't forget. Bombarded by waves of red calm, I forced myself to remain lucid, thinking hard about the pain in my neck and allowing myself to experience it fully. In remaining awake in this state, I was transported - I thought I was standing on a plateau or platform. My body was floating. I was listing downward in a black, misty land towards a kind of temple. Its irregular stone corinces filled me with an unnameable dread and odd antipathy. All at once I was standing on the roof of the temple. Below me was a huge opening. A gateway to an indescribable, cosmic void. The dark space seemed to contain moving creatures or shadows.

I began to feel myself inexorably pulled towards that great, dark gap. At first I resisted - but that yawning void seemed to beckon me with a power I couldn't understand. I was swallowed utterly. Translucent, multi-segmented bodies with gelatinous, writhing tentacles brushed passed me. As they passed I did not feel a cold, slimey touch as I thought I might. Indeed, I did feel a freezing sensation as the abominable land-fish passed me, but there was no touch. The multi-segmented forms were passing THROUGH me. My terror would have been complete, had I not heard a kind of booming pulse from ahead of me. It wasn't quite musical, nor was it like a natural sound or engine. It was like someone playing loud bass music a mile away. Except it still retained its nonmusical, sub-audibal quality as it came nearer, feeling stronger but never getting louder. I FELT it coming closer. I knew it was the dirge-like herald of some mammoth and blasphemous entity. As this terrifying pulse approached me, the multi-segmented things scattered away. It finally reached a titanic level of power wherein the tone pushed my body back. I did my best to resist being knocked into the unknown reaches of the temple, but my flailing, groping hands could find no solid brace. The tentacled creatures employed some form
of psychic locomotion that I did not. It's just as well - for the tone stopped utterly - causing me to fall forward in the blackness as the pressure on my body alleviated. To my horror, I was falling forward into what I believed was the embrace of the entity which had caused that sound. I was glad for the near-total darkness. The hellish, black silence held for a terrible moment before it was broken by cuttingly clear words that I have not been able to forget. I completely lost control of my nerves and screamed.

The landscape about me was sucked away as my scream tore through whatever gateway I had accidentally created. I was back in my bedroom, looking up at the ceiling. A sharp pain wracked my neck. I collapsed to my knees.
I have not been able to forget those words from the booming entity, spoken in a disturbingly clear english in a land of half-senses and clustered imagery: "Your pain is inescapable as sound! You can't afford chiropractic care."