4d Psyops… When you realize the aliens you were trying to fake were real all along and using your contempt as a vehicle of their own design; your very existence attempting to distort the minds of others a part of their script.
Or… When you find yourself reading the 'domestic terrorist's facebook page and begin to wonder how he knew you so well and each post seemed to draw you deeper into a world that now creeps up in every perception. He is now an inseparable part of the shadows, knowing every thought you would have, every struggle you would face after contact - the depths of your own soul never touched by the conscious mind. Even when he was wrong, the will of the universe bends to make him, somehow, right all along. Then he becomes a voice you can't unhear - a presence always somehow a part of your mind. You begin to know what he thinks and why he thinks.
Because the best thing about being me… There's just so many of me!