I was with a woman and we were transversing planes of existence together. On each plane, I could only sense one aspect of her as in I could only hear her or see her. From the context, she could only share one sense with me as well.
One plane was a basketball court where a bunch of people were chanting in harmonic scales. A mixture of chimes and gregorian chant saturated the room with high decibels. It was overbearing, but angelic in nature. I found it oddly soothing and stirring. I asked my invisible trans-dimensional companion if she could hear their chant. Her voice spoke "no." I responded "That's odd. It's deafening. Where are you?"
Then, we were in a plane where sparkles of light fell as if they were snow. Small luminous bulbs wafting serenely around us. I saw her standing there looking up, and we locked eyes for a moment. Then we both turned our heads upwards to bask in the mist of light pouring over us, bathing in the sprinkling twilight dust. She was several feet taller than me at this time and looked down at me with gentle eyes and asked me "can you hear them?" Puzzled, I responded "It's silent." She sighed "That's odd." with a steady look back upwards into the glistening dusk. "It's deafening." I stepped closer and said "Maybe we're separated and just need to find one another."
In an abrupt transition, I was cast into a deep and heavy void. The emptiness was intense and all around me. I was the only presence, idea, soul, and all around me devoid. I then felt a piercing sensation, it was a hand woven tightly around my right ribs. Its fingers laced betwixt my bones in a firm, painfully tangible grip. This hand was the only sensation I had and it was maddening. The sole stimulus of my being. I then felt the invisible hand move up to my shoulder, down my arm, and lace its fingers into mine. It started to part the ethereal and the corporeal, my spirit being exhumed from my body. I eventually awoke, but felt that feeling of a schism between my being for a good while.