Neurons misfiring in an order and synchronization capable of giving you thought.<quoted text>
Oh yes, I remember that. You'll have to excuse me, the way you blather on and jumping from one subject to the other interspersed with your delusions of adequacy and self serving lies, makes you difficult to talk to.
Nothing you say is remotely important enough to backtrack and look up, so I'll give you a quick recap.
I had a dreamlike state that felt very real at the time. Neurons misfiring, physical sensations influencing the last vaguely coherent thoughts of an oxygen starved brain, etc., etc. Nothing was symbolic. When I woke up (when the brain began receiving a sufficient supply of oxygen again) I realized it was a dream, connected the dots and got busy with the business of living again. You, on the other hand still believe that your dream (hallucination)was real. Pity to be you.
You went to sleep instead of continuing to think with the higher brain functions. Your subconscious shut your human brain layer off.
But you were still alive. You didn't go to eternal sleep, just the sleep your subconscious puts you in every night.
Where and what were you doing when that occurred?
I went through two more shutdowns of consciousness levels of the human brain, and a wake up in another realm. I was injured in the wild and by surprise. Real time reaction to events. I was preparing, quite reluctantly, to transition into another life form and life until my body was disturbed and some blood started flowing again, making me a viable physical entity again. With some damage, and an insight I wouldn't have had otherwise. I fled my body because it hurt so damned bad. I started with a fully intact but dislocated consciousness that found itself looking around after going through a black tunnel with no lights, and then noticing something was wrong.
You sit there writing and poo poohing from an entirely subjective and limited experience, based upon what you have read, an outside looking in. I put the recollections back and have studied the processes from the inside out.
At some point in your experience things would have got a lot more serious about what was happening. You were easing into an exit. There is another door after that one.