On a lighter note from my last tale, and reminded by the story below...
My own tale of Morphine.

I had a kidney infection or summat and was sick for days when I was a teenager. The doctor came to my house and gave me some pills for the infection and a bottle of liquid for the pain.

The liquid stuff had me tripping balls. I was passing a disembodied hand around for all to see, thought my stepdad was a pig etc (I don't remember these) but the main one that does stick with me was when I was lying in bed trying to sleep.

All of a sudden I could see through the fabric of the pillow, down through the layers to see all these cogs and clockwork machinery inside. They were black and brass and started to move. Then, as I lifted my head off the pillow, I could see the fabric of the pillow again as a pure white hand seemed to grow out of the pillow, part of it, without any seams or anything.

I ran through to the living room, in my boxers, crying, to my mum and stepdad to tell them my pillow was trying to strangle me. I was about 17... To be fair they've never once taken the piss out of me for it. I would have.

They called out another Doctor who's exact words were "What the hell is he doing with this?!" and confiscated it. I still don't know what it was except that it was morphine based.
( Maffers I flow kinda strange like Spina Bifida footprints, Tue 10 Apr 2012, 17:07, Reply)