My neurologist in Virginia Beach cautioned me that my hallucinations would progress from my visions of small rodents running across the floor to people that I will talk to! Turns out, she was right! No, I have not had a conversation with one of my "Friends" yet, but my hallucinations are getting bigger and more realistic. Yesterday, I saw a small dog, walking across the kitchen floor last night. Now my faithful friend "Marcel" was laying closely by my side. My wife was on the couch with us, and there was that dog, walking across the kitchen. I looked at Marcel just to make sure it was not him, then I told my wife. Her reply was; What does it look like? She mentally catalogs everything I tell her. But, she is not easily upset by my issues. A great combination in a care giver.
So, much like the night I punched my wife because of a dream I was having, another issue surfaces in full cover. By the way, when I told my neurologist about punching my wife, she replied; I was expecting that! Funny, I wasn't and I am sure my wife was not either.