very dreamy and detached

It was long and narrow, with a tall ceiling, it was a trifle taller than I, and I'm pert near six-foot tall. This much I ,aion kinah,distinctly recall, but for the most part, it seems unreal and remote, and somehow belongs to another person other than me. In those days I often felt very dreamy and detached from everything and in particular, everybody. I found bugs very edible, after a while and I even pretended they were fruit. I can't identify the bugs, but its portion was mouth-watering after a while."
"You have given me a heap of weird impressions," said the doctor, "some of which could not exist in our everyday reality.,aion gold, I do hope you see this more clearly now that you are out of your old environment, rest and proper nutrition intake is of course required before your abnormal reality completely disappears, and the oddity of it all. They differ-you know, from anything reasonable, through worlds unknown to us, who live in a world of matter-of-factness, or at least from anything I've ever encountered. I don't want to send you to an asylum, you've been through enough, but you must acknowledge, that your long stay in that room contributed to these bizarre impressions."
Consequently, in an effort to surmount his agitation, Judson Macomb started pacing the floor with vehement briskness from wall to wall in the doctor's office.
"We are not in Germany anymore," remarked the,metin2 gold, doctor, to his client, "you can let me know who gave you the cape, or is it a robe or was it a shawl? no one will tell the SS where you got it? And what wing were you on?"
Then Doctor R. J. Sharp saw Judson Macomb, his patient, start to tremble some, he wouldn't or couldn't stop. Then Judson rolled round on his back right there in the middle of his office floor-as if in some cyclopean cave, stretching out flat, his arms got entangled-a groaning from a shrill voice with some dysphonic noises came out of his mouth-indiscernible words, his eyes became a malignant red, as he tried to suppress the unpleasant moment, but he couldn't. A sinister, ominous aching in his head prevailed; the inmost fibers of his body illumed to a purple and yellow heat, creating a near unearthly form,cabal alz, to him, as his body vibrated like a thunder storm right then and there on the woodened floor. He held onto his head, he held onto it as if it might fall off his neck, and closed his eyes. "The room was like an alpine cliff sometimes," he murmured, "if it wasn't for those trans-dimensional pilgrims, I'd not be here today doctor," he exclaimed, looking up at him. "Yes, they invaded my room, had overtaken my room but, but there I lived in a stupor, without a friend, what did the SS expect. In that room the granite walls were often drawn immeasurable nearer to me at times, as if to squeeze the life out of me like a python. I couldn't stop them." Then he,RIFT gold, cried out in silence with his convex and reddened eyes and looked towards the ceiling as if it was some great somber sky.