She kept getting suggestions, day after day, that life wasn’t just what her eyes presented her with. She began to think past vision and into dreams, of a world in which she was walking as if in a deluded state or blind-folded. She could hardly breathe when such thoughts possessed her. On occasion, she would feel lightheaded and need a touch of something to get her back into shape. It was as if she had to force herself to stay alive, the very materiality of life surrounding her was escaping and dissipating – and people weren’t being much help in turn.  She felt she could go any minute, when she thought about that. But somehow she still survived the strange reverie and managed to step past the frantic threshold of unreal dreams. Ghosts became part of her daily life. She kept chasing them away.