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Jun 12, 2009, 11:05 PM
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When I was in the height of my PTSD I was hallucinating. Mine was more like a morphing of things that were already there. Like one time I saw these really weird animals on the side of the road, a whole field full of them. I'd never seen anything like them and wondered what they were. I even asked people what they thought they could be. They reminded me of miniature elephants. Later that day heading home I was stunned and somewhat amused to find they were farm workers picking strawberries. 
Another time a pick up truck pulled along side of me on the interstate. When I looked over I was surprised to see my two brothers looking right at me, then just as quick as they pulled up, they sped away. (One had been dead five years and the other had just died.)
I was soooooooo happy to see them! I knew right away they were sent to protect me. I followed them for miles and miles, trying to catch up so I could pull along side of them. I wanted them to know I was aware of them and felt safer. I was so excited to see them again!
When I finally did pull up, I was 50 miles past my exit and they looked nothing like my brothers. Stuff like that.
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