Last night I sort of slumped in bed, a little on my side and sort of looking at where the wall meets the ceiling. I wondered why I hadn't put up the molding there yet--after all, I finished painting the room three years ago and the molding is still in the garage waiting for me to paint it and put it back up.
Eventually, I had a distinct feeling that I was floating and my consciousness left my body and I was sitting on a blade of my ceiling fan as it turned around and around and I could see myself laying in bed, staring at where the wall meets the ceiling, thinking about why I hadn't put up the molding yet after being done painting for three years--but only for brief instances as the fan was moving fairly quickly.
It certainly appeared to be going much faster sitting on it than looking at it from below. But it was easier to focus on a single blade since I was sitting on it.
Then I sneezed and my hold on the blade slipped and I flew into the wall.
I woke up some hours later.