Personal adventure part two

Having never experienced what you feel now, it is hard to put into words exactly what is going on. It is not like that calm and restful state of sleeping. You aren't dreaming as much as you wish you were. Instead you are painfully awake, aware of your own thoughts and feelings. And yet, you can't see, you can't hear, you can't feel anything physical. It is more dark and silent then anything you have ever experienced before and it feels so alien to you that immediately you begin to panic because there is only one semi logical conclusion present at the moment. This is death. You aren't even sure how to panic, you are so used to having a physical body to tell you somewhat how you are feeling. Now you can't feel anything. Time has a totally different meaning for you at this moment, your mind begins to race along jumping from subject to subject to subject, your family, your life, your current situation, eternity itself, what are you going to do now. You loose track of time in but a few moments and you don't realize how long you have been like this.
Then it happens. You begin to feel something. What is it? It is your fingers, you can feel them. Confused joy comes rushing to you, some glimmer of hope that you are not dead. But where is your hand? You can't tell. You begin to grip and try to feel around, something sharp pokes your hand and you feel pain. More feeling begins to creep in, you begin to feel your arms, toes, ankles, legs, chest... You begin to slowly hear sounds and you can hear Dutch, it sounds like he is far away but slowly he gets louder... You realize he is whispering, eventually you begin to distinguish words, "All right.. I don't know if you can hear me but stay calm, don't flail around, you already stuck your hand with a thorn. Keep calm, your senses will return to you."
You do your best to relax. "Ahh.. looks like your hearing has returned, you should be able to feel your limbs now. If you can hear me hold up one finger." You do as he says. "Good.. Your sight will return soon. I am sorry I didn't warn you, there wasn't time to explain. You are doing pretty well, I don't know how long I was out my first time through, but you have only been out for eight minutes. I hope it didn't scare you too badly. It is quite a shock. I thought I had died... I don't doubt that such a thought has crossed your mind as well. Can you speak."
You can't feel your face but you try to speak hear some mumbled babbling. "I suppose not." Dutch replied "Just a few more minutes and you should be alright. I guess I should explain at least where we are and what you will see when you do open your eyes again. Right now, so long as my calculations and theories prove to be correct, we are in a place I have called the Archetypal realm, I guess it could be also rightfully dubbed the collective subconscious, or the plane of human memory and thought. And specifically in this realm we are near the archetype of the fallen and redeemed..."

(looks like I am going to be doing smaller episodes.. I've seen a webstory that runs their episodes in smaller chunks daily, I like that format better, keeps you more involved. :-)