I’d always wondered what it felt like. Very surprising – it was a most pleasant experience. One minute I was in class, the next I was having a wonderful dream. I was talking to my brother about something, and out of nowhere Mark was asking if I was asleep. Of course I’m asleep, I thought, and tried to get back to dreaming. Then somebody else said “I think he’s out”, and I opened my eyes to find out I was still in class.

Apparently everybody reacts differently; my experience was quite nice. Scary to think the path from that pleasant dream to dead is not very long.