Tried to remember every of its single detail before bed last night until the screwy sickness tightly encircled me and i felt like my hands covering up my eyes and ears as if all those images, voices and sounds were back from the past and stood right in front of me. Honestly, i was freakin' scared, i thought i might scream.
But the brain is to blame here. Not my eyes, not my ears. Even if i were blind and stone-deaf i could still imagine them all.

May need a brainwashing.
But not entirely, perhaps?