"Disassociative"

I just had a dream: I fetched a jacket from a coat rail that was now kept in a secret corner of my dad's living room, a jacket which I'd stolen years earlier from the cloakroom where it had been left by Marilyn Manson. When i turned out the pockets i found a three-inch-thick stack of library cards and a load of sheets of sticker paper. When I tried to look through the sheets of paper they exploded into ash in my face like a dandelion clock, so I ran to tell my dad and my brother and was all "this better not be LSD" and then the world started to melt and I was all "Mo-o-o-o-o-other-fuck-e-e-e-er it i-i-i-i-i-i-is!"