somehow i managed to get outside and I was halfway down the street in my socks when I realized where I was. I instantly ran back and saw that my moms car was still home, and i tried knocking on the door and yelling inside, but it seemed as though I was locked out. I could hear some kind of alarm going off inside of the house, but my mom wouldnt come to the door. I ran away from the house again down the other side of the street, and i started hearing helicopters and ambulances, but couldnt see them anywhere. I felt that they were looking for me because I was a notorious serial killer, or something like that im not completely sure what I thought. but whatever it was, I knew that I was all over the news and everyone in the world knew about me and was looking for me so they could kill me. I kept hearing the word “acid” in my head and every time i closed my eyes i could see the word taking many different forms. I felt that this was a sign, and that taking acid was the purpose of my entire life and that this moment was the reason that I was born. suddenly I felt that I needed to tell my friend, so I started walking back home completely forgetting that he had left. when I walked back home my dads car was running in front of my house and he was standing outside of his car talking to someone. (my dad does not live with us). I was relieved because I knew he was there to rescue me. i was walking towards him when all of the sudden he was back in his car leaving. he seemed to not notice me yelling at him and waving him down. after that, my memory goes blank. the next thing I remember is im 2 streets over, its stil nighttime, im still in my socks, the ground is wet and my feet are soaked but I felt normal. (It was 20 degrees that night.) I saw my mom driving down the road and i stumbled over to her as she stopped her car. i tried to get in but it was locked. she was staring at me while i kept trying to get in. i could hear my favorite song playing in the car, and the back seat looked like a nice cozy bed that I just wanted to collapse into, but she wouldnt let me in. she started driving away while i was still trying to open the door. i stopped trying to get inside the car, and she drove off. my memory goes blank again, and the next thing I remember is seeing a cop car driving down my street. it pulls up to my house and i just stand there watching it. memory goes blank again. next thing I know, im face down in the wet grass and being handcuffed while the cops are asking me what I took. i said “acid”. my mom was standing a few feet away from me with her arms crossed, she looked like she was crying. the cops told me that what I was seeing wasnt real, but i had no idea what they meant because I didnt think I was seeing anything. I was more concerned with the prophecy I had fulfilled by taking acid, and I knew that at that point I had already died, and i needed to kill myself to wake back up in the real world to continue my prophecy, or whatever. they told me to lay down on a stretched, and I complied. somehow I didnt realize that the ambulance sitting in front of me with its doors open was for me. when they rolled me inside, I fucking lost it. i was screaming and yelling and shit. inside the ambulance they put an IV in my arm, and I knew that it was not good for me. I thought that I would be in the ambulance for eternity, and this moment would never end. like a loop. I was convinced that that very moment would continue exactly the way it was happening forever, and it would never end. I look at my hands and I looked dead, which confirmed my theory that I was dead. I tried to dislodge the IV because I could feel the bad shit they were pumping into me and it hurt like hell. I couldnt get it out, mainly because I was handcuffed to the stretcher. I have a memory of one of the paramedics forcing me to grope them (probably not real). memory goes blank, next thing I remember is that im in a movie or a music video or something, and im in the hospital, still handcuffed. all the paramedics were my mother. like, they all had my mothers face and they were all crying. I tried as hard as i could to get out of the bed to no avail. I knew that my purpose was to pull on the cords that were attached to me, so that I would wake up in the real world. I was so close to pulling them out, but i just barely couldnt reach them. I was yelling and crying and making weird noises the whole time, and i could still hear alarms and sirens all around me. memory goes blank again, I wake up and its daytime and my mom is sitting next to me. I didnt speak a word that whole day, mostly because I couldn’t understand anything anyone was saying. I still felt a sense that I was fulfilling a prophecy in a music video/movie, and the video/movie was called “chase” which is my name. I could hear the word every time i thought about it and could see it when I closed my eyes. I also thought everyone in the world could read my mind and everyone knew my deepest secrets, so I didnt trust anyone. a few hours later i was transported to a mental hospital. the next few days didnt make any sense, i still felt like i was dead and people knew the secrets in my head. It took me about a week of being in there to go back to normal, and I was subsequently released.