I&#x27;m worried i might have overmade that statement a bit. One thing is what i can string myself along in believing in, and memories of the period is growing evermore hazy from year to year. Let me restate it as &quot;the world becomes a weird place when they -seem- to go outside your acknowledged &quot;knowns&quot;. Saying they did becomes, based on the manner in which i interpreted things&#x2F;cues&#x2F;input at the time, something i can&#x27;t really say with any degree of certainty. Sorry about perhaps leading you on with my choice of words.<p>But that initial &quot;boom&quot; when you go from &quot;i am me and i am here in my head&quot; to &quot;oh hey, i have an invisible counterplayer in here that is capable of manifesting itself as realistically behaving, voice-pitch-perfect impressions of all my friends and family, who proceed to harass&#x2F;cajole&#x2F;support me in a theatrical landscape choreographed with split-second focus on whatever it is my &quot;i&quot; express.&quot;
Granted, this is also dream, but dream is too fragmented, and too prone to halt|flush|restart compared to four&#x2F;six hour long internal conversations (with the occasional external auditory hallucination when fitting).<p>And then you get to live that for a few years, and its a mixture of exhilarating and scary as fuck. And you&#x27;re forever left with a brain that you sometimes think of with the premonition &quot;well, if you could do that, what other tricks do you have up yor sleeve&quot;.