I still vividly remember the drug induced dreams from my time in the hospital. One in particular was a red-cellophane-wrapped strangely Seattle-ish rain-riddled dream filled with house decorating and odd friends and kids and grandparent-type figures and it sticks with me in some long-lost memory kind of way. I wonder if this is a normal kind of thing with drug-related hallucinations? They don’t seem to be fading over time. They don’t get fuzzy like normal dreams do. They don’t recess to the corners of my mind. They just sit there. In exactly the same clarity as the moment I woke up. Reminding me of exactly how strange everything once was.