The First Time I "Died"

Reading over this post made me think of an experience to share: 

http://soundofheart.org/galacticfreepress/content/earth-allies-masters-are-coming-back-now

We (bf at the time and I) decided to go out drinking on New Year's a few years ago. This was after drinking at home all night. We walked. We probably shouldn't have been served anything else to drink, but we were. Walking home that night at a certain point I'm not entirely sure what occurred. 

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I woke up on a couch, covered with a blanket and in front of brickwork (fireplace or used to be one, had a mantle still). It was a crochet knit blanket, definitely hand made. I immediately assumed we must have gone to a party after clubbing. I was usually the first to pass out, so I wasn't surprised to be alone. Obviously someone was taking care of me - I was safe, warm and comfortable afterall. A dog, definitely golden colored - possibly a lab or retriever from the size (medium to long hair) was looking at me when I woke up. 

I stood up and looked around the living room (hardwood floor), which was connected to the kitchen and one bedroom. I walked around and didn't see anyone, so I wandered off to find where everyone else had 'crashed' for the night. Downstairs appeared to be deserted to and there was no upstairs. I wandered down to an office/den area and saw a computer. Being a nerd my first instinct was to login to MSN (later confirmed by viewing the messages I sent on a friend's computer that none of this was a 'dream'). I sent some (I'm told, chilling) messages asking for help and asking where I was -- still probably really drunk. I logged off and walked back upstairs.

A young adult female came out of the bedroom and I interrogated her (rather rudely, unfortunately) about her identity. I recognized the address to be not far from my house, but couldn't get a dial tone on her phone to call a cab. She said that she found me outside on her doorstep and "said that I could come in". I ran outside and left huge footprints in the deep snowfall across her yard. Coming to my house I found my bf to be missing as well (that's a whole nother blog and not my story to tell - equally spirtually meaningful in retrospect). 

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After resolving the bf situation we decided to go back that day to thank her for helping me. Despite having the address, the house did not exist. In fact, no houses on that street had footprints across the yard. The neighbors did not remember anyone having a dog like the one I described and none of the living rooms we peeked in seemed right. 

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Who took me in that night, if not spirit?