how to lose your head completely

i was riding my bike down town with Dave and Manemou. but something didn't feel right with my bike. with my head. we were riding on the city pavement but my head was already three stories up  - and rising, like my neck was attached to some invisible hydraulic lift. as i was riding i could see myself and everything in front of me from at least five stories up now. and all the cars, people, cabs, pets, animals, buses, street signs and traffic lights were so small as to be barely visible from my new vantage point. yet miraculously i avoided hitting anything or anyone. like i was being guided, watching myself the way a predator drone might follow a moving target. i was terrified, panicking more with every peddle stroke. i was yelling at Dave to stop but he must have thought i was just fucking around. we got to an intersection by a seven story lamp post and i had to stop. at this point I could no longer tell if i was having an out of body experience or if my head was really that high in the air. ten stories, eleven stories - i continued to rise. i was nauseous with fear. i think Manemou felt the same - either that or my own fear had become contagious. so I leaned against the lamp post carefully and started to pull myself up. she followed. every step from this point on was painfully slow. from the top of the lamp post i jumped to the top ledge of a building that was fairly close. it looked like a skyscraper that was all made of glass. except I wasn't really on the roof where at least i could have felt solid ground under my feet. there was no way down from there except to climb down the façade  and as far as I could see there was no ledge either. it was like rock climbing in a gymnasium except without the safety harness or any foot rest in sight. i was terrified again. what I did finally notice was a little alcove in the façade (an indentation just roughly a little taller than my body) that led to the inside of a clothing store located near the top floor. i was kind of hanging from the roof and then had to lower myself into this hole. once I was able to land safely on this, i opened the storm hatch windows and jumped into the empty store. my heart was racing in my throat and i was expecting the alarm to go off at any second. that didn't even bother me all that much. i just wanted to get to floor level and kiss the ground. i opened one of the sliding windows and looked down. dave was still waiting for me, asking me what the hell I was doing up there. it was only when i turned around that i realized there were security guards around me. the store owner was there as well. everyone looked a little worried and very freaked out. i put my hands up instinctively and told then not to worry. i explained what had happened and told them i had simply broken in out of fear. i assured them there had been no damage and i had not stole anything. everyone seemed to believe me. i started talking to the store owner, who explained that this place i had accidentally prowled into like a professional spy was a Spanish clothing retailer. only when the security guard let me down various colourful ladders through the store i noticed how outrageous some of the décor actually was. i was speaking to the owner (a young guy as well) in broken Spanish, telling him I had a music pad that was just as colourful that he would probably enjoy. even told him I was a musician for good measure - like that fact alone might explain all that had happened. we were all already laughing about the whole thing and i was relieved. we got to ground level (i could see the street I had been riding, framing what looked like the Concordia University Hall Building) when one of the security guards admitted he had been mesmerized to see how i had slithered into the store. never seen anything like it. even the move I had pulled when I had been caught was one for the books - a security footage relic. i replied: "my God, could you imagine what would have happened if you guys would have shot me the second you came into the room? you would have never heard this amazing story. what a tragedy that would have been." one of the people who had gathered in the main lobby upon hearing all the commotion reminded me that the tragedy would have been compounded because of the the day's date - the sixth of December, the 25th anniversary of the École Polytechnique de Montreal massacre. i repeated the date and the event in my mind, then out loud. and agreed.