One winter's evening a year or more ago I arrived home from a particularily hard training session.
It was freezing outside and I went into my sitting room where the stove was producing heat that made it feel like a sauna!

I sat ionto one of the deep armchairs and sat for thirty minutes watching television.
I felt hungry and arose suddenly, but as I stood up I kept on rising, I felt like I was hitting the ceiling, I could see the room as If I was really high up and I was looking down.

As I looked down I saw a figure slumped on the floor in a weird position. The person was on their knees with their head on the floor and arms spread wide. As my eyes focused to see who it was I seemed to draw closer, until I throbbed back to reality.

I had stood up and driven myself head first into the solid Oak floor (on concrete.) I had cracked the floor and I was busted wide open bleeding onto the floor and couch,

I got to my feet and staggered to the kitchen where I tried to expolain to my family.

In the panic of fixing my head I forgot about the weird expierience.