I think I stepped out of myself. What I saw as I walked on were just shapes and forms rushing by me. Or grinning faces selling something or other that came half-alive, and jittered. Time shifted awry. In the wrong way. I think I stepped out of myself. Watching myself from just to my side...or...maybe not my side. Someone else's. ...Something else's. Dissociated. I think there are planes of reality, that normally are layered. Interleaved. Mine went all askew. Mind went all askew.