Shadowy.  Murky.  My brain breeds foggy illusions.  My head is pounding in a dark and misty prison.  I cannot see my hands in front of me.  I couldn't think my way through an open door.  What is this hazy nightmare from which I can't seem to wake up?  Nothing is clear and nothing makes sense.  My head pounds in the shadows of the deep recesses of the mist.  The mist holds my thoughts captive.  I would tell you more, but I cannot think straight.  I'm dreaming of a clear mind ahead.