15. Lifetime of Experiences
I was an underground ‘engineer’ working on large machinery miles underground at a mining site. My specific duties were keeping a large boiler running. We had more than a dozen, each with a few engineers assigned to specific ones in shifts. These things were run 24/7 as they provided power to not only the mining shafts but the large town that was built underground to house all the miners and their families; we’re probably taking 20,000 people here. Now, these boilers were breaking down constantly and if more than 4 went down at once, the power was cut to the town to keep the industrial sector powered. If the industrial sector ran out of power, the air pumps would go down resulting in death, so yeah. I can still remember working on these giant 30-foot-tall boiler stacks and the specific parts that would be fashioned routinely to make-shift repairs to keep them up.
Nobody had been to the surface in decades due to pestilence and other assorted dangers. This was a fully self-contained city. We had politicians, service workers, weavers, cooks everything. Everybody worked. My wife worked at the school, where our 3 children were currently enrolled. In 3 years, Robert would be 16, in which case he would leave school and begin working. The other 2 were quite a bit younger.
I can still remember almost every street, house and building in the city down to the smallest detail. I have memories of hundreds of people; faces, names and personalities. I can picture how our small house was decorated and all the bits and bobs we had in it. I can see the children’s teddies, blankets and beds.
Anyway, I was mid-thirties at the time, so I had built up a lifetime of experiences with these people.
Suddenly, I “woke” up. Now I have that in quotations because I was already awake. I’m disorientated. There’s a whole bunch of bright white lights around me when all we have is the orange-sodium lamps underground. There are faces around me that I recognise and are asking me all sorts of questions.
It turns out I’d contracted a serious bacterial infection and was hospitalised with a fever. I’d been out cold for no more than 4 days. My brain had conjured up this whole world, people, buildings, and experiences whilst I was out cold. It was utterly surreal. I tried to talk to my then-girlfriend about it and she kind of focussed more on how serious my condition was, so I never spoke of it again with anybody.
Now I’m sure a lot of people have these types of hallucinations. But this was so crazy-real. It wasn’t like I was seeing pink dragons in my bathtub, I had 30 years of memories in my head of a life I’d never lived. A wife. Kids. Friends. Work colleagues. I could remember them all, but none of them existed.
This realisation threw me into a deep depression for a while. I’d omitted a whole bunch of detail from the story due to how, even 9 years later, it makes me feel sombre.
It scared me how my brain could conjure up something so real, that wasn’t.