The warm vapour struck against my face like fog, or rather steam, but without causing me to choke or my eyes to smart.

I drew it down my throat with a deep inhalation--once, twice, thrice, then as my brain began to swim, threw myself back as I had been instructed to do.

A deep and happy drowsiness stole over me, and the last thing I remember was hearing the clock strike the first two strokes of the hour of ten.

The third stroke I heard also, but it sounded like to that of the richest-throated bell that ever boomed in all the world.

I remember becoming aware that it was the signal for the rolling up of some vast proscenium, revealing behind it a stage that was the world--nothing less.
What did I see?
What did I see?
Let me try to recall and record.
First of all something chaotic.