I was inside my head and it was hollow, like a big cave with dancing patterns on the walls, which themselves buckled and waved and expanded.........row after row of patterns, fit together in changing color that turned into tiny cartoon people flashing by....... it was like Keith Haring meeting M.C. Escher.......then parts of the row would bulge towards me and turn around and I could see each detail, each little face inside the pattern and the face would smile at me....