During my last manic episode I believed I was actually asleep and walking around in my dreams and that the walls in our bedroom were my dream walls where I could conjure up positive energy by making collage after collage. The walls were covered with them, like wallpaper. I became obsessed with making more and more positive energy and once I had enough I needed to wake myself up and unleash all of my positive energy and save the world with it. To "wake" up I took some pills.

I ended up in the hospital needless to say.