t is almost in possible to describe.
  There was something like a blast of the most intense white light imaginable. Except instead of burning my eyes, it was more like it was setting fire to my entire body. It felt like liquid magma was running through my bloodstream. I think my body was coming apart and it was something I desperately wanted, because I figured it would stop the excruciating pain I was in. At the same time, there was a tremendous amount of pressure, or weight, against my body coming from all directions. I had the impression that I was being crushed or folded down so I could fit through a small opening. Say, the eye of needle. My brain seemed to be caught in a blender while this was happening and it if it were, it would surely have been set to puree.
  As I said, it's hard describe.
  At the same time the torture start, it stopped.
  Then a new sensation replaced it.
  A sort of motion sickness that came in tsunami waves, a lot like I had been kicked in the balls while nursing the worst hangover in history.
  I felt something hard hit my face. Or maybe my face hit something hard, could have been my whole body had crashed into a wall. The only thing I can actually recall with any sense of certainty is puking. But even that had a spinning quality to it that made it seem nightmarish. I was vomiting while riding a tilt-a-whirl that was in the process of breaking the sound barrier.
  There were sounds that I couldn't identify. Some of them seemed like voices. Maybe screaming; maybe I was screaming, I don't know. There was something that sounded like explosion and other voices. I can't say with any level of certainty other than that's the way I remembered it.
  The puking came again in awful waves, I still seemed to be spinning and I imagine the vomit spiraling outward, spraying everything like some sick, psychedelic Spin-Art project. I rolled on the ground, but the ground seemed to roll with me and I felt like I was on the wall, then the ceiling and then coming back down again. I was in a spin cycle.
  I couldn't see anything clearly. Formlessness, a few blurry shapes. It was dark, then light for an instant and then dark again. More loud, crashing noises.
  Another voice, closer to me. Myra, I believe.
  I think she spoke in an apologetic or maybe an angry voice, but words were meaningless now. The world was still spinning and I couldn't stop. It was never going to stop. It was too much.
  I desperately wanted to die.
  More words, they could have been yelling actually.
  I seemed to be moving in a new direction.
  I puked again. It's possible I hadn't actually stopped from the first time.
  A crashing sound, possibly another explosion. Louder. Closer.
  Then darkness.
  I think I passed out, but I was still hoping I was dead.