2003-08-03 - 9:57 p.m.

Even as I repeat to myself that I am going to be okay as I lose control of all essential motor functions, a man's voice yells something to the same effect of, "That's what you think." I get terrified, and my limbs begin tingling as I fall farther and farther into what seems like the closest form of complete and uncontrollable unconsciousness I have ever encountered. I have to struggle to jerk awake, to jerk back into having numb control of myself. I'm afraid that I'll fall out of my own body, or be forced out somehow, and a tingly mess of flesh will be left behind.