A twenty meter wide seamless tube eight shades darker than black bore an endless hole into the horizon where hundred foot pines once stood. Actually, the bases, tops and sides of some still stood. It was as if their middles had been removed by a precision cosmic corkscrew. I stared into it like a deer frantic for an attacking tiger in the sightless night, but fearless, while in unmeasurable time its whole flashed nanosecond arcs of welder light reflecting across polished steel trapezoids rotating around, through and into themselves in perfect synchronicity. Without my physical participation, fusion fed magnetism of perfect design pulled me in a kaleidoscopic, vomit inducing tumble toward the swirling, curved and rounded fins of shimmering and perforated non-local metal.

Fear hung outer tube with time and without tickets. As I ascended wildly, atoms smashed and synapses were consumed in the chrome fire. Neurons tore by the billions. More were born. Flashbacks and forwards of life mysteries diffused through me like poisonless radiation. Whole lives played like sixty second movie trailers condensed to nanoseconds. The learning was Vulcan mind melding, but still short of unreachable certainty. A thick layer of insecure cells incinerated nearly completely. The survivors would die only from mental focus. Worried observers outside the zone blanketed me with protective aura against the cold vacuum of warped space and time. They called to me inside the tube and struggled to contain the damage outside of it. Their hearts pulled me. Their arms shook me. Their love saves me.

I woke up and remembered it all.

Harry Potter: “Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?”

Professor Albus Dumbledore: “Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 (2011)