grooves

having just finished reading "pictures at an exhibition" by sara houghteling, the following sentence struck me as unique, "...my courses began again as if i had lifted the needle from a record in the spring of 1939 and laid it down in the same groove in june of 1945." i had an experience a bit like that this week; one in which time freezes but your limbs keep moving, somehow. you hear yourself talking but your mind can't quite keep up because it is all so unexpected, surreal. you are connecting dots as you go, dreamlike, touchstones on the past rippling into the future which leave you reeling. same record, different song. ever had an experience like that?