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I was punted off in '98, and the transition was: riding home from work >
waking up in the gutter[1]. There may have been a phase of airborne
whimpering with fear, but I don't recall it. Really, it's only "me" when
I'm awake - other states include "snoring" and "decomposing". If I'd
advanced to State III during the incident, I'd have been none the wiser[2]
IMHO. From an experiential viewpoint, I might as well have been dead. A
month or so later, I had a burst appendix. If I hadn't had access to
medical treatment, a death involving literal seconds of being unmanned by
terror would have been, comparatively, delightful.


[1]Platy's Law of Waking Up in the Gutter: Face down = drunk, face up =
knocked off bike.
[2]unless it's true what they say[3] about the virgins.
[3]"Virgins? Yes, mate. Go and talk to the Good Shepherd over there, and
he'll pick you a nice clean one out of the flock."