I was 18. Just done my first term at Southhampton college studying ceramics. I literally forgot to go back at the start of the next term.
It's rather fascinating this view of people as balls of light - it sounds like the Carlos Castaneda visions and various others - not something I've ever seen and I am wondering if it isn't men's dreaming.
However you want to slice it, it is still another person exhibiting signs of psychological trauma isn't it.
When my mother had her stroke I had this vision of all the hearts of the people who loved her lighting up like stars in the night.
It was a genuine source of comfort, the feeling that these people were caring for her. And I guess it still remains with me, a signpost in my map of subterranean realities.
