But they were not just visual hallucinations from which he was suffering.
I heard music and it seemed to be coming into the cell.
But I knew it wasn't, but I heard it.
It was all sorts of instruments being played.
I heard bagpipes, I heard African drums, I heard zithers, flamenco guitars.
And it was really interesting and then, when it wouldn't go away,
after a few minutes, it got really frightening.
And when I was frightened by it, the tempo of it lifted and the volume of it lifted,
and there were more instruments, and cellos were playing and orchestras, pianos,
and everything was happening louder and louder and louder.
And then I got really afraid,
and that's when I kind of started banging my head against the wall, just to make this go away.
It's a way you would try and engage your mind forcefully on something else, but it wouldn't go away.
And the intoxication of it was not comforting,
and it went on for a very, very long time until I was really frightened of it,
more frightened of the music in my head than a man with a gun, I'd say it myself.