Just before I was hosptalized, I was listening to a song by Beck and I perceived that the lyrics were telling me that a spaceship would be landing in my backyard and I was to go aboard and be "taken up" by it. Before that, (in the months when I was escalating higher into mania) I flew 800 miles to meet a guy I had met and fallen in love with on the internet and we shacked up for about a week. (I'm married).