Is it normal to enter a transcendental trance?

At least, that is what I suspect it may be. Around late summer this year, I was playing with the marching band at an away football game. A player soon fell injured in the first quarter, so I watched him with everyone else in a respectful moment of silence.

It didn't seem very long. As I observed him, time began to lift - until the seconds, minutes, and hours all meshed together and I could no longer discern it. All I knew was that I was there with my thoughts.

I was in a place of no color, yet of all color. There were no distinguishable boundaries. No floors, ceilings, or walls. I floated here, yet I also stood; they both felt the same, I suppose. It lasted both an instant and an eternity. I'm not sure if that even makes sense.

Then reality began to trickle back - I halfway heard a voice, and I felt warmth somewhere in front of me. Over time, I could make out my mother's concerned eyes, her face, and then everything else started fading in. I figured out it was Mom's hands around mine that were giving the warmth. She asked me what I was doing and why, but I was too busy trying to adjust than to speak.

Soon I found myself taken by the hand to the side of the bleachers. My legs felt like noodles, and it was hard to stand, let alone walk to follow the tug of her hand. It wasn't long before she told me everything:

I had been out for over half an hour. Sometime during the moment of silence, I stopped responding to everything. The band director resorted to Mom in hopes that she could help. Whenever Mom put her hands around mine, they literally felt as cold as death. That was a surprise - my hands are always warmer.

My band friends mentioned they were able to slip a water bottle out of my grip and my fingers stayed in the exact same position. The bottle then fit perfectly back in.

Mom believes I may have entered an out-of-body trance and somehow lowered my heart rate (thus the cold hands). Is that normal? Let me know if you have other possible conclusions in mind.