Glue Sniffing & Out of Body Experiences

We finished classes and had our evening meal. The rest of the night was spent in the television room, trying to take my mind off the situation. Our usual bedtime was ten o'clock. Before this, I went to the dormitory to check that everything was in order. The tin could be felt inside the pillowcase resting on my head. I watched the others come into the room and go to bed. All that was now involved was a waiting period for everything to settle down. The nearest I can recall being this excited was during Christmas, as the presents were given out. That, of course, was as a child; the time before commencement became savoured, waiting for the right moment. It had now come. The tin's life span was more than six hours if used continuously. I had never gone beyond two hours before, but tonight, it seemed quite conceivable to exceed that record. After pouring out the glue, I went under the sheets and started. My attention from the outset became focused on the darkness surrounding me. A difference became perceived, in-depth, and shade as it took effect. The only changes were specks of colour seen within this space, with nothing else outstanding. Coming from beyond my bed, in the dormitory area, a song could be heard drifting through the sheets towards me. The first line developed after the musical introduction: 'This is your golden day.' Because of this, I pulled back the bedclothes to find the source of the music. I looked around the dormitory and was utterly taken aback. The whole room had transformed into something more resembling a palace than a ten-bedded area for naughty boys. The bland setting now had furniture from different time periods appearing in front of my very eyes. These became superimposed within the existing structures of the room. Where a bed stood, a more elaborate, four-poster version moulded around it. Its design looked authentic to my limited knowledge of antiques. The change affected all aspects of my environment. The carpet became multi-patterned, having a depth and quality that would never fall within a local authority's budget. The ceiling was altered to an advanced decorated area, with additional plaster patterns all around. What had once been lights was now a chandelier—to see this was to look at an actual chandelier. Curtains adorned the new design windows, and the imagery became stunning. After my first good look, the room filled with golden speckles falling from the ceiling. It tied in with the song. It indeed was a golden day. The whole set began changing before my eyes, that is, every aspect that had been previously noticed; the beds, chandeliers, windows, curtains, and carpets all assumed different designs. None of these were of lesser quality, just alternative pieces. The total transformation would take around twenty seconds and begin over again. It was all very stunning. The complexities on display proved extremely impressive. Other events happened in the room as the changes were going on. One of these concerned an elongated style of cinema screen that appeared above my head, showing a film similar to One Hundred and One Dalmatians. It was in cartoon format, concerning spotted dogs. It wasn't an extract copy from the original movie; it was more of a likeness. It did have one aspect of difference, and that was in quality; it appeared much better. It would be impossible to remember all the events during the first sequence of my education that evening. It was like taking a deprived little boy and dropping him in Disneyland with a free pass to go where he pleased. It proved so spectacular that I would not have believed it could get more diverse. I was wrong. This show had taken my mind off the original intention. Going back under the bedclothes, a whole New World awaited me—that which had been a black cavern was now filled with light and imagery. I began seeing well beyond my physical space, and it was awe-inspiring. Ahead in the distance appeared a large set of gates that opened shortly before coming to them. Going inside, many buildings surrounded my visual environment; one was consciously chosen, and some part of me went toward it. As well as seeing a different perspective to that which my body occupied, I had to come to terms with moving independently. It is combined with looking at objects, not with my eyes, but with some other function I have only been partially aware of until now. That is quite a simple explanation of my immediate recognition, in conjunction with the place my alter ego inhabited. The building in front had a door to one side, and moving towards this, it opened to let my presence enter. It was a backroom that housed stage props because everything in the room seemed authentic. I noticed two men working, moving various items. Both of them were aware of me, or whatever version was on display. The men were dressed in clothing that belonged to the 1920s or 1930s. From the limited visions seen until then, it gave an appearance of America during this period. I moved closer towards them, and in doing so, they stepped aside to let my mass enter the space they had occupied. I instinctively knew not to try and touch them, for whatever part of me held another perception did not have hands. It did, however, accompany a presence that felt human. Being in a new environment did not warrant any immediate action, and I was feeling my way around carefully. The two men continued working and, at one point, wanted to come back to the place they had been previously. By merely thinking about moving backward, it took place. They did not seem at ease with me being there. Nothing extraordinary happened during that time unless you count just being there.