69th Float

This morning after work I had an intensely short but sweet float. The Tank was so nice and warm that I simply melted into the void. After a few rounds of my mental workout I slipped into a state of bliss and joy and it felt like I was being covered in silk. Not just like a silk blanket being put on top of me, but being molding tightly over my whole body. I opened my eyes wide to check if it was real and I was instantly privy to an amazing view of space filled by an expansion of white stars and blue galaxies, all the while still maintaining that molded in silk feeling. While gazing at this I started to hear soft chanting in the distance. As I focused my attention on the sounds it became clear that is was exactly like the Pink Floyd song AbsoluteCurtains.

That then dissipated and my visuals shifted to more darker imagery. I had previously been looking at pictures of the riotsin the Ukraine and I was placed above an old city, looking down upon a scene of burning chaos. The area looked war torn, almost apocalyptic, the city was spewing thick black plumes of smoke while swarms of people in gas masks ran around tossing debris at each other. It was interesting to note that when I reflected on my emotions at this point I was neither sad, or mad, or glad. The best description I can make was that I felt very detached from the scene but yet in awe at its surging power, both physical and social. This got me thinking of a section from StephenBaxter's Weaver where a young woman describes her experiences during the London Blitz.

I dwelled on this for a bit and then shook it off and SUCCESSFULLY willed myself onto an asteroid sailing alongside a massive red dwarf star. I could see multiple planets orbiting in the vast distance and then started to laugh maniacally while overcome with that sweet taste of accomplishment. After that my moustache began itching my nose and I satisfied it with a good hearty scratch, which lead me into another Jeff Goldbloom chaos theory moment of awareness of the subtle movements of the drop of water along my skin and coursing through the hairs of my beard. 

I lol'd again and then did some basic stretches, got out of the tank, and had a shower. I had only been in tank for 45 minutes.