Central Hospital (Caracas, Venezuela)

I woke up and stood, looking around. Everything was quite normal, except for... another me... who was sleeping peacefully and had a cast. No way! Gaping, I checked my arm. I didn't have a cast anymore but I could see through my skin to the floor. I was freaking translucent. Shit. Either this was some kind of effect from the drugs or I was having the weirdest dream ever.

I decided to run right to the door of the room, which was open widely. Except when I tried to step outside, an invisible wall stopped me. Weird! I felt pain in this dream. I rubbed my nose and touched the transparent wall, which was very cold. I could see people floating in the hallway, men and women moving through the corridor like ghosts in a park where time stopped, some of them even dressed like soldiers from the colonial era. God, I thought, what a weird dream! When I thought about the name of God, a light lit up the whole room unexpectedly coming out of the ceiling of the room. When I approached the source of this light, I felt a great peace and saw a kind of colorful tunnel that was turning slowly into the light.

Something behind me began to vibrate, like a cellphone placed on a wooden table. The white book fell open and I approached it slowly to check it. In the middle of its blank pages some letters were flickering, forming the word 'JABAL'. A hollow sound startled me and when I turned again to the tunnel, I saw a spiral staircase surrounded by clouds inviting me to ascend. What kind of drug did the psycho doctor shoot me with?

Shrugging, I decided to go up this peculiar spiral staircase. I climbed the stairs fast, until I was in front of a golden gate. It wasn't locked; in fact, it opened automatically to let me in. I entered a bright, circular space. After I rubbed my eyes, I looked around and vertigo attacked me. I was suspended on nothing; the only thing I could see below me was some small spheres that looked like planets. This is crazy! I had had enough of this, so I whirled around to the gate, except of course it was gone. I hung there, increasingly nervous. Then, I pinched myself several times and each time I did it, besides the pain, I freaked out thinking that maybe I was dead. I hit the translucent walls and began to scream, to see if someone could help me. Suddenly, I remembered the words of the doctor.

"Rupiel! Rupiel!" I screamed my lungs out several times. I collapsed and started to mourn thinking about the possibility of being dead. In the midst of my tears an almost sublime voice surprised me.

"Aníbal, why are you crying?"