went into my trance and I was in a bubble again. It's odd, being in a
bubble. There's no sense of scale, no way to tell how big the bubble is
in comparison to me, no way to tell where I am in the bubble. There's
mostly just a feeling of total isolation. I can sense in some way the
presence of other bubbles moving around outside mine. As far as I could
tell, the ones I could sense were empty.
They move around, but not in the same way the balls in the room do. The balls seem to move in some pattern, with some purpose. The bubbles seem to move aimlessly, like brownian motion, through something viscous.
Since I didn't see anything different, I tried to come out of my trance. But I failed. Or rather, I succeeded, but I wasn't all the way back, I guess. I saw everyone, heard everyone, like normal, but I couldn't move. At all. Couldn't talk, couldn't even breathe.
With little time to wonder about things, I tried to go back, and succeeded in that at least. I was in a different bubble, and no, I can't tell you how I could tell.
I tried to come back, and failed utterly. Since I was stuck in the bubble, I tried to work the bubble a little. I couldn't affect its movement at all. I could move myself within it, but there didn't seem to be any purpose to that.
One more try, and I came back to see all the balls having moved far away from me.
I assume that my final push back into reality somehow pushed all the balls (and shoved y'all too) somehow.