I've lived, died, and been reborn. I sort of remember a state in between. It was restrictive, static and brightly contrasted with yellow, black and red colours. I think I was the yellow and black, but I sort of bled into the red like it was all stitched together. It wasn't physical, but it wasn't ethereal either. It was more like I and everything else was made from plasma. I was the only thing that existed in that plane of reality, but not the only thing that existed "everywhere"; like there are multiple planes and this was just a pocket of this reality and not really outside of it. It felt like been inside an egg and I remember feeling feverish and tormented. It was also lacking spacial dimensions... maybe. It's hard to comprehend or remember.