The other day I went to see my local archivist. I asked him if he had any documents regarding the case of Huggs vs. Kingsley 1987, because I'm doing a report for school. As I tried to explain to the clerk exactly what I was looking for, I found myself getting sweaty and anxious. My eyesight started "flickering" , for lack of a better word, and I couldn't make sense of my surroundings. I lost consciousness and fell flat on the ground. When I woke up I was surrounded by a crowd of 20 or so extremely worried people. When I finally came to everyone asked if I was OK and then what happened. I explained to them that I was looking for a document on my report, it was due the next day and I needed to pass this class If I wanted to graduate this semester. A familiar looking van pulled up and they ushered me in. I have advanced stage dementia and sometimes my mind sort of resets itself to earlier periods of my life. This time it was a particular event that took place in my college days, turns out I had wandered out of my room into a nearby intersection; arguing with myself the entire time, and then decided to lie down in the intersection for a nap. That's not how I remember it but I have to remind myself of my condition when I'm able to do so.My name is George Pines and I'm 68 years old. I can't explain exactly what it's like to live with dementia, or even if it's really as bad as its made out to be. As it affects me, I get to experience lucid recreations of some events that took place in my youth. As time goes on perhaps I'll progress into a state of hallucination permanently. I hope I can die while fully engrossed in a happy experience from my younger days.