Heath was meditating that night. He had not originally planned to meditate; sleeping once in a while was nice, after all, and helped him relax his mind. But he had no choice. He discovered that his brain was a little too active that night, constantly playing extremely high-energy songs and making it hard for him to sleep. So Heath simply decided to meditate to solve the problem, which would keep him from lying awake. Yet as he meditated, Heath discovered that tonight's meditation seemed different from usual.
"What's this?" Heath froze for a moment. He was meditating, and he knew what that state was like, having experienced it many times before. Whenever he entered meditation, his mind would empty. If he had to describe it, it was probably like suddenly zoning out, except it lasted longer, and he was completely unaware of it. It seemed that he would close his eyes, open them again, and it would already be the following morning. But during his meditation that night, Heath sensed some strange things.
His eyes were clearly closed, yet he felt as though he had opened them. Tiny things bearing points of light appeared before him, flitting back and forth in front of his eyes like fireflies. Somewhat bewildered, Heath slowly reached out his hand, trying to touch the points of light before him. But when his hand reached them, the lights simply dispersed. He could not touch them at all.
Heath was a little puzzled. He began studying the points of light before him, but no matter how he examined them, he could make nothing of them. When Heath opened his eyes again, it was already time to get up the following morning. He felt full of energy. The instant he opened his eyes, all the points of light