I hallucinate on the treadmill - possible decrease in oxygen levels. I see things. Things waiting to grasp our bodies. They encircle us. We drape our bodies over them or lie on our backs in subservient positions. We are compelled to move them, heave them. We sit low before the cathedral with its row of small crosses and thick noose rope which hangs from the central arch. We lift raised arms or rhythmically bow. There is a black bull with bright yellow balls menacing an alcove. Tall praying mantises lurk just inside the door. I have shown them to others and they now see them and are made aware.