One night I was wandering the streets of the town where I lived, and I had a very vivid hallucination about two of my friends at the time. They were talking. They were asking each other, “Should we do it? Should we show him?” and then, “Yeah, let’s do it.” I got the impression this was going to be bad. After that hallucination, I began to have a very long string of seemingly related hallucinations, or “pictures,” as I used to call them. They involved characters who told me that my whole life had been wasted until then, and that to make my life worthwhile, I had to forget everything I ever knew and listen only to them. If I did anything wrong, even one thing, I would be punished. They weren’t kidding.