Don't come in here. John Doe has the upper-hand now.

Actually, when I re-read that note about safety, etc. from a couple days ago, I realized how choppy it is.
And I started to change it, but then, I thought, well this is how my mind works.  It jumps from this notion to that memory over to that consideration without too much time to think or rest and I decided to leave it.
I made myself laugh because I thought about all that interior noise going on up there.

I'm having an actual conversation in the present moment, and someone says something that spurs a memory which reminds me of a movie, which reminds me of a song, book, etc. and I take a trip down the mental block and come back late for dinner.

And it's happening now...I read that post, and I laughed about it's disjointedness (is that a word?), and it made me think, "Good Lord, your head is full of just an awful mess of jumbled considerations.  It's a good thing no one else is up in here.  I'd be ashamed to let them see that mess."
And that made me laugh and think, I should put up a sign, "Warning, enter at your own risk"
Which made me think of all those western shows from the '50's and '60's and how they all had an episdoe where the lead character ALMOST got rabies somehow and had to tie himself up in the barn for a long weekend with just a bucket of water.
"No matter what you hear, little Timmy, no matter what I say, Don't come near me.  Don't untie me.
I won't be myself and I could try to hurt you.  So just lock me in and don't come back 'til it's over."

Now, I'm no rocket surgeon but I'm fairly sure the cure for rabies is not "sweating it out" in a barn, but then again, the thought of tieing up my brain and leaving it in the woodshed until it comes to it's senses is rather appealing.