I am sitting in a darkened, mostly white dining room in an unknown house. It seems to be about 6pm as the sun is low but it is still bright enough in this room for me to see. Joe is here and someone who I don't bother to look at.
I think we're smoking weed, or perhaps we're just conversing, but I start to feel as if I'm passing out, fainting. I see my vision rapidly darkening and my head approaches the floor. I try to speak, to let them know what's going on. I'm trying to say "I'm passing out," but I feel as if the words are coming stuttering out of me.
I stand up and ask Joe if I passed out. He said he guesses so, still remaining seated and looking unimpressed. He said I tried to say something before I fell down but I couldn't get the words out.