Annoying light gets in your face while you find yourself being some girl. The photons are dragging themselves along your eyelids, looking for the best place to start drilling a hole in your frontal lobe. You start wondering why can’t you just adapt-to-circumstance out of that crap.
There are colourful blobs all over your retina. Highly rendered, even. With so-o-o many polygons. Probably just as many polygons as you have cells. That drives you insane, which happens to you pretty often.

It doesn’t feel like you’ll remember any of it in a single blink.

>> Blink.