It was like a dream, but not as coherent. I was lying on a storage room floor amongst stacked boxes. Maybe. I believed it was dark, for what that was worth. AND, I heard distant, thin reedy voices. Was I safe? Should I call out? Who am I and what am I doing here? My reptilian brain spoke up. "Stay quiet. Hide. Alone is good."
Clarity and reality eventually bubbled up. I learned something interesting that explained nearly everything. Hospital drugs are truly powerful.…