This evokes a very primal memory in the mind of the squid.

The images are quick, choppy, like a very bright and colorful flip book. The view of a coast line zipping by at a speed so fast that the street posts start to look like are standing still. He thinks perhaps this was one of the first times he ever felt true fear, and then his vision goes white after.

On the sand, the squid has stopped moving, and has started to gurgle quietly instead.

Yeah. He passed out.