Chew Can-D, a substance from The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch, with an older professor type. We are lying in bed when he tells me the drug will kick in immediately. When it does, we both rise like ghosts, our movements glowing and static filled.

I think It's not really us but a sort of dream or drug us. As in the world is a dreamed or hallucinated world. We don't use a miniature set [layout], a device from the book that lets drug users feel they've been translated to the world of their miniatures.

I thought instead our environment had us create an identical, unreal environment. I am wrong, however, and break real items via clumsiness. I am able to pass through a wall but knock over china displayed on that wall. I fall to the ground, then wake.