There is a place I remember as being the last place I remember. I'll ask you kindly not to judge me too strongly as I recall the details of the onset of my present condition. There were situations there....Living creatures wore the skin of dead ones. I saw things moving in unnatural ways. Things happening, things deliberately good, things like red traffic lights always being green and hash browns always properly browned on their tops. Other things extreme and far more to the sinister side of things I felt were near.