I had a dream this morning that amused me entirely too much:
A former co-worker gave me a dose of a hallucinogenic drug in a little device roughly the size and shape of a push-pin. In place of the metal pin was a little hypodermic needle. The drug was administered by pushing the little pin into the vein on the inside of the wrist from the back, then squeezing the barrel of the pin from the sides to squeeze the drug through the needle.
Three of us wanted to try this drug for the experience. We were all in separate rooms. I administered the dose to myself, but made kind of a mess of it because I'd never done it before -- I wound up with a bunch of the drug (a clear liquid) on my skin... more on my skin than in my vein, I think. I hoped that I'd gotten enough into my bloodstream for it to work, or that what was on my skin would soak in and get into my bloodstream through osmosis.
I settled down to wait and see what sort of hallucinations I might experience.
Seconds later, my patience was rewarded -- with the blaring of my alarm as I woke up in what I normally think of as the real world.
So... which is the hallucination: the dream, or the existence I've been experiencing since I administered myself the hallucinogenic drug? :D