It was always the same sequence. There was never any warning. None whatsoever. Nothing ever prepared him for the experience each time. Not even years of having the same episode over and over again. It had never happened different once. Still, it caught him off-gurd eavery single time.
Now he simply lived with it, having accepted it as a part and parcel of who he was. Still, he hated it. At first, he hated himself for being a monster. A wierdo among normal men. Now, he hated only the experience. Nothing more.
First it was the sudden jarring of the senses. Then the distortion of reality. In a moment, it was always as if he was transported into another realm. Another world. Then, he simply became another, and the episode would be complete.