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Mike, someone else, and I were assigned (or chosen) to go on a mission in space. We were seated in a very expensive looking room. One wall had a large window. On the other side of this window was a staff of people working in a dark control room. Our room was blindingly white. We were required to wear helmets that would soon be filled with an oxygenated liquid. We had to breathe liquid exactly as in the movie "The Abyss." They also gave us focal contact lenses. Once my helmet was on, it quickly began to fill. I kept instinctively tilting my face up, avoiding the liquid. I wanted to hold my breath as the surface of the liquid rose above my nose. At that point, I accidentally breathed out too much, so I had no choice but to inhale the liquid. Amazingly, it was not that bad. After a minute, I made sure to push any remaining pockets of air out of my lungs, assuming they would cause a problem when in space. I motioned for Mike to do the same. For a brief period, I was suddenly walking around in the dark control room on the other side of the glass. I looked through the glass into the white chamber and saw what was presumably myself still sitting in there. I made a gesture of fists and raising my arms. This gesture was directed toward the "me" in the white chamber. I sensed that the staff was a bit annoyed or stressed. A little while later, I was back to myself in the white chamber. It was time to remove our helmets and get the liquid out of our lungs. This was more unpleasant than getting it in. Unexpectedly and inexplicably, my entire face was somewhat paralyzed. I went to tremendous effort just to spit liquid out of my mouth. All my facial muscles were uncontrollably twitching as though there was a delay between brain signal and muscle action. I do not believe we ever went into space.