The voices.

I used to get sick very often when I was a kid. I got high fevers that made me hallucinate despite me being aware of it all being in my head.

I remember very vividly my hallucinations about my bedroom door, switching walls and changing positions, just like the ceiling fan did. I remember looking at shadows in the shape of horses, gallopping around my bed. I remember falling asleep with the TV on and having extremely realistic fever dreams with the voices from TV shows.

The scariest thing I remember are the voices. There was this one hallucination I kept having whenever the fever started, there were this two creatures (I can recall two robots, a small one and a big one, or  two people, an adult and a baby, two cartoonish ducks, a tiny one and a monsterlike one that looked very Space Jam) that were fighting on a boat, in the middle of a lake, surrounded by fog. 

The tiny creature was nervous and trying hard not to upset the big one, but no matter what it said –or didn't say–, the big creature would get angrier and angrier, turning agressive at one point. It was really scary, because sometimes I would dream this scene, but other times I would only hear it. Wide awake I would hear the panic on the tiny creature's voice, and the rising anger of the big creature, expecting the worst from the explotion of that anger. I could listen to their tones and feel what they were feeling, but I couldn't hear their words, I didn't understand the problem, I only knew the danger of being in that position.

I used to tell my dad whenever I was having those hallucinations.

—Daddy, I can hear the voices.

—It's all in your head, kid. There are no voices out here.

—Something bad is happening to them.

—It's just a nightmare.

And it went pretty much like that.

I got a tonsil surgery when I was 15 and haven't gotten my horrible hallucinations ever since, but sometimes when I'm very tired and about to sleep I still can hear those voices. Like they're trapped and the small creature is in danger and the big one is about to do something horrible. I always get up and get uneasy at the feeling because I still don't know what is happening. I don't understand their words. I can only feel what they feel and it's really scary.

I don't know why this happens. I'm pretty used to it by now, but it still makes me uneasy.