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The object was truly mesmerising. It could do things I had never seen. I remember turning it at all angles trying to get the picture of myself in the room, but it was unable to “tune in” to that again. It was all simply too much. Iremember the being taking back the object and saying (conveying) something to the affect of “does that answer your question?” Following this was the familiar confusion I have about “sequence of events”. Everything happening afterwards seemed to take place in the jumbled “fast-forward” mode. I briefly remember something demonstrated to me, a magical feat of some kind using that familiar box. I never seem to remember what happens with this box and often wonder if it’s some sort of amnesia device as it’s always the last thing I see. It seemed to be a reminder that the session was about to come to an end. Just looking at it would bring about the familiar grogginess where everything became distant. The whole memory of this strange event from years gone by faded as I sat there mesmerised in my bed. l almost begged for the image not to fade on me that evening in 1994. There I was, sitting up in bed in utter disbelief at a dim memory that I had kick- started without warning. Only seconds ago I was drifting off into a peaceful sombre, the type I usually have to struggle to achieve. The serene images that usually accompany this state were taking shape and then, like a slap to the face with a cold and damp hand, the sudden memory of that seemingly irrelevant day in the school medical room appeared. It seemed like an unthinkable accident on the Programmers’ part for allowing me to glimpse that forgotten occasion. As odd as it was, I wasn’t going to let go. Iremember getting out of bed and immediately putting the light on. I had to walk around for a bit just to let my mind recollect the incident that I believed happened back in 1981, totally different to the way I remembered it. Iremembered feeling sick and dizzy that particular afternoon and had to be taken to the school medical room. Two teachers and a nurse briefly took my temperature and left me there to sleep it off. [remember sleeping without a trace and waking up later feeling better than ever! I returned to lessons that afternoon and thought no more about it. However, I always remembered having conversations afterwards that didn’t seem to fit. When asked, I remember telling classmates bizarre tale about the incident that I knew weren’t true. Something about being cured by my secret 28 examining room and then goodness knows where.