I will describe what happens next from 1. flashes of memory 2. what I could feel internally and 3. an account from my roommate who was shaken from sleep by my activities. It may be best to first describe my physical journey. From the comfort of my living room I somehow left the house running. I was in my bare feet and shorts. It was 50 degrees and raining. I never go anywhere without wearing shoes. Running, running, running. I wound up in the lobby of a nearby hotel screaming for my life. I left the hotel running and headed toward a house. Thankfully that house was mine, I entered, and partially not realizing it was mine at first. I then recognized my excited roommate and began to get back in touch with reality. While I am not exactly sure of the entire duration, my best guess is that it could have been as short as 15 minutes or possibly as long as 25.
I know that I was in the hotel lobby because I have a fair amount of memory of the turmoil that I created there. Those people must have thought that I was crazed lunatic. They were right, that is exactly what I was for that period of time. I remember screaming for an older gentleman there in the lobby to take my hand. 'Take my hand!', 'Take my hand!' I kept screaming. I felt that I wanted to see if the people there were real. The man almost took my hand in a gesture of seeing that I was distressed and that I may have needed help. I ran again. This was probably a good thing. A few more minutes in there and I'm sure the cops would have shown up. Total time there at the hotel, I'd say less than 2 minutes.