| Type | Short Film |
| Phase | Development |
| Launched | September 09, 2009 |
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| Budget | $ |
| License | Creative Commons Attribution |
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| Written by | |
| Production Leader | Charles Anderson |
What happens when you die on Fathers Day
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On Fathers day I was flying a kite and running full speed backwards, I tripped on a stick, there was a loud muffled boom and I lost unconciousness.
Or so it seemed.
I awoke to a turbulent world of noise and pain. Flashes of paramedics, the inside of an ambulence, "I don't want to die and leave my children alone!", the entrance to emergency, a man screaming obsceneties, a man laughing like a maniac, a man doing Yoga whilst getting into and out of a CT machine... all me.
I regained my senses, I was confused and suffering partial amnesia. This was when I also realiased I was suffering the mother of all migraines.
I was main-lined with morphine, and various other narcotics to no effect. My temples and cheeks were bruised by the force of my own hands trying to crush my skull to stop the pain.
Eventually the pain subsided to a dull headache.
I was still alive.
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It was now evening and as I was sitting in the hospital bed I noticed that something was not quite right. I felt like I was wearing a full body surgical glove, and my skin wasn't the right hue. I rationalised this to myself as an echo of the accident, and poor hospital lighting.
Yet I felt uneasy.
My sense of calm was not restored when my wife and children arrived, they looked different, their skin was radiant... glowing... lighting... just the lighting.
Looking at myself in the hospital bathroom mirror, was fleeting as the lighting was poor and made my eyes heavy. I didn't stay longer than I needed to.
The feelings persisted.
Eventually the doctors spoke of concussion, amnesia and brain damage.
I was released from hospital.
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When I arrived home the gravity of the situation became apparent. I was left with 2-5% less sensory function, which made me feel like I was wearing a skin. My skull feels smaller than I remember.
The true horror is that I don't recognise my own face. It's like looking at the face of a close twin. There are similarities, but something is not quite the same.
Is this the product of a near fatal accident, is it amnesia or brain damage, or have I mentally "Shifted" to another dimension where I still live?