Ever have an experience that felt surreal, as though you’d been suddenly transported into the twilight zone, where time seemed to warp, perhaps slowing down or speeding up? Tell us all about it. If you haven’t had an experience in real life that you can draw from, write a fictional account of a surreal experience.
Oddly enough, the time that this happened to me was when I arrived in London. Sitting on the plane, watching the clouds roll below us, as British countryside came into view it felt just as if I was arriving back into Virginia, that somehow our plane had taken a wrong turn over the Atlantic and it all had been a dream.
It wasn’t until I caught my first glimpse of true London skyline, Parliament, Big Ben, Union Jacks flying in the wind, that something struck me, deep and unseen. I lost all track of where and who I was, what I was doing, and where I should be going. In that moment I had achieved my greatest dream. I had always only wanted to travel to London, to set my feet upon British soil once again. (I traveled to Northern Ireland in 2005).
As I stood in front of Buckingham, going off of about four hours of sleep and a long-winded tour guide, I felt as if perhaps I were Alice and I had followed the White Rabbit down, down the rabbit hole into my own personal Wonderland.
Of course, there are other, more personal times where I have felt as if the world has stopped turning and time stood still, my lungs unable to fill with air, my eyes unable to tear away from the person across from me. But that, my friends, is for another day.