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.