My Dance Vlog is Haunted

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So, there I am, lying on the floor. Just breathing. It doesn't look like I'm sleeping. Or maybe I am, I can't tell. I don't remember any of this! Sitting here watching this video, it's seriously like I'm watching a movie. And the movie's about me. I'm the star of it, but I don't remember making it!

It's the weirdest thing watching yourself as if you're someone else.

I mean, yeah it's me! There I am, lying on the White Room floor! I recognize myself, and the White Room. And that it's the same day as I'm suppose to meet the crew to practice the dance. And it's the same time I was filming my vlog.  But.  I. Don't. Remember.  It's like on The X Files, when people lose like an hour of their day, because they got beamed aboard some space craft fro  Mars.

It's just so friggin' weird that I don't remember anything that I'm watching.

I leap from the sound my hands make when they slap the White Room floor in the video. I watch myself then thrust my hips up in the air. My feet are planted, knees raised, and my shoulders are squared on the floor.  WTH! It's like I'm in a wrestling match, and someone's trying to lift me off the ground.  The whole time my eyes are closed.  It's like I'm in a trance. Is that it? Am I in somekind of trance? That has to be why I don't recall any of this. Then my feet start walking sideways, spinning my body slowly away from the camera. Oddly it gives the illusion that something invisible is dragging me around. OMG!  This is freaking me out.  I stop crawling once my head is now in front of the camera. Before I can make any sense of what I'm watching, I see myself suddenly turn into that creepy girl on the Exorcist -- I'm bent upwards, on my hands and feet, like an upside down spider. It looks insanely uncomfortable. And freakishly creepy.

What is going on with me! This is truly scarier than any horror movie I've ever watched.

After a brief second, I watch as I get up off the floor,  onto my feet.  I start dancing around.  Nothing that strange, accept I'm doing moves I don't even really know. Sort of ballet, which I don't do. Why the hell am I doing ballet? I don't even take that class!

The sound of the White Room door crashes my dazed dancing trance.  I can see myself waking up. This I remember! I recognize that look on my face -- pissed. I recall this moment, watching the crew come in for our practice, crashing in in a flurry, with Macs slowly following, looking like a scolded dog. Seeing her changed my mood, I remember. I can't be mad at her for long. I tried to be pissy, but... Suddenly, I'm back in touch with the person I've been watching on the video. It's me again.

This is so weird. I've got to watch this again.