-That God would take care of me if I stopped my meds. That he was telling me to stop them and trust in him instead.

-That “men in black” were coming to take me away.

-That the walls had eyes.

-That demons were talking to me in my sleep. That my grandmother was being tortured in hell (demons told me this in my dreams, said that EVERYONE goes to hell in the end)

- That people were going to secret meetings about how to kil me and were spying on me and talking about me. (This was a psychotic episode a while back)

-That I was being sent messages in fortune cookies.

I cant remember anything else. My delusions seem to blur into each other and become just one giant experience of messed upness.

I hallucinate more than I am delusional.